This is so embarrassing. How could I have managed to get myself sorted into Gryffendor? I don't know the first thing about being a Gryffendor. Darci flew into the Library b-lining it for the History section. She needed information about her house. Growing up around Slytherins she knew nothing about being a Gryffendor, or about who hailed from her house. Looking up at the books she knew she would be there for quite some time. "This is going to be great." She sighed, looking through the titles of the books finding a few that seemed interesting, history on the school, history about her house, and a few books about the Wizarding wars. Taking the books to a desk, hidden from view, she began to read, going straight for the book about the war.
An hour or two passed and she could feel herself falling asleep while reading, until she stumbled upon something frightening. It was about her family and their part in the war. Gasping, she stood up suddenly, backing away from the book, shocked at what she had just read. "N-no, it can't be. She was so kind, so gentle. How could she have possible been apart of this kind of destruction? It's just not possible." Snatching up the book, she took off towards the entrance, tears streaming down her face, she needed answers. She needed to know the truth. Not entirely sure where she was going, she ran into someone who was looking for a few books. Knocking them both to the ground, the book that Darci was carrying opened up to the page that she had stumbled upon. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going." Her voice was soft as she was trying to control her sobs as a few hiccups escaped her lips. She needed to get out of there and find answers, but she was also quite concerned about you student that she had just ran into.
Don’t be afraid to make some Magic.
Darci M. Whitman