Misty Rawthcat was loving school. She loved nothing more then to come to school every year. She was in her 5th year and was loving the classes. She had made a few friends over the last four years. But she wasn't that into meeting with lots of them, too much drama and too much aweful things to do with making someone else jealous about this or that or the other thing. She hated it and she didn't want to give them a reason to talk about her.
Though one was often someone that she liked to make time to be with or talk to...a guy....she didn't know why. he was pretty much a wanker to most everyone. She just....liked him though. she sat on the floor infront of the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room and was working on her potions essay and looking around for Ben wondering if he would show his face tonight.
Though one was often someone that she liked to make time to be with or talk to...a guy....she didn't know why. he was pretty much a wanker to most everyone. She just....liked him though. she sat on the floor infront of the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room and was working on her potions essay and looking around for Ben wondering if he would show his face tonight.
