lyssa96
Repeat. Repeat. Those songs that are so good you just put them on repeat and listen to them over and over just because they fit your mood so perfectly.
There was a small cubbard under the stairs near the kitchen. The small room held a trunk full of magical trinkets, books, Hogwarts robes, and even a flying broomstick. How Harry wanted so badly to retrieve these items and return to Hogwarts. But it was only the beginning of the summer, he had three long months to go before he could touch, let-alone use his wonderful belongings.
As I walked up the dusty stairs, I noticed a trunk beneath an old cloth. When I uncovered it and heaved open the dark leather covered trunk it was filled with jewels. Jewels of every color and cut. I took one, just one. Feeling proud with my discovery I left the old abandoned house with a slight grin on my lips.
I stare at the blank canvas, then rub my hand across it; smearing pink from corner to corner.
I took a bite of the wing and the delicious honey barbecue flavor filled my mouth. My taste buds began tingling and jumping with joy as my hand brought the wing closer to my hungry mouth once again.
"That's the last straw!" Melanie screams as she throws her new ca-tour dress on the floor. "This is the complete wrong shade of pink! Can nobody do anything right around here?!" She yells as she stomps into her mom's room to repeat her rant. Her mom sips her cocktail through an elegant straw as she offers her daughter sympathy. "I know, we'll get it fixed right away. We would hate to have you going to the dinner with Gregory and your dress not even match his tie and handkerchief," she rambles, adding in an unnoticed eye-roll.
Each arm stemmed out to another, all connecting in a circle around a warm, blazing campfire in the summer night. Everyone's face lit with the orange glow from the flames that stemmed up from the charred wood.