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Post by Charlotte Honeygold on Sept 16, 2009 16:21:44 GMT -5
Charlotte cautiously strolled over to the womping willow, her figure hidden by the moonless night. When she was standing beside the colossal tree, she stroked the rough bark and whispered a quiet calming charm. The tree's limbs groaned as they swayed to the rythmn of her now singing voice. She sat on its huge roots, leaning against its old trunk. 'Hurry Isabella, I can't wait all night..." She thought, her eyes slowly drifting closed. She would not sleep, her ears picking up the faintest ruffle of leaves. In the forest, a pair of bright, silver, moon-like eyes watched her and her surroundings.
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