Raine Almasy's Yearbook Tags: Raine Almasy 2008 Yearbook 2009 Read 166 times / 0 Members and 1 Guest are viewing this topic. Raine Almasy's Yearbook on September 12, 2011, 04:47:43 PM HOGWARTS YEARBOOK 2008 - 2009Raine Almasy frowned critically at the pages of their yearbook, flipping through them slowly as she lowered herself into a seat in the Gryffindor Common Room. Her lips twitched into a dry smile when she observed the superlatives. This had not been a very good year for her at all but it was reassuring to know that life went on, regardless. Friendships were still being forged and enemies made. She wasn't one for handing her yearbook around for signing, although she wrote in whichever ones were being passed around. Previous yearbooks had always been full of Sanya's elaborate scribblings and the occasional remark about having an eventful summer. Raine closed the book with a heavy thump and threw it cavalierly on the common room table. It didn't matter where she left it-- the damned things always ended up back in her trunk at the end of each term, like a cursed tome. Her greeting at the front said at least that much this year. Skip to next post Re: Raine Almasy's Yearbook Reply #1 on September 19, 2011, 02:12:42 AM Skip to next post
Raine Almasy's Yearbook on September 12, 2011, 04:47:43 PM HOGWARTS YEARBOOK 2008 - 2009Raine Almasy frowned critically at the pages of their yearbook, flipping through them slowly as she lowered herself into a seat in the Gryffindor Common Room. Her lips twitched into a dry smile when she observed the superlatives. This had not been a very good year for her at all but it was reassuring to know that life went on, regardless. Friendships were still being forged and enemies made. She wasn't one for handing her yearbook around for signing, although she wrote in whichever ones were being passed around. Previous yearbooks had always been full of Sanya's elaborate scribblings and the occasional remark about having an eventful summer. Raine closed the book with a heavy thump and threw it cavalierly on the common room table. It didn't matter where she left it-- the damned things always ended up back in her trunk at the end of each term, like a cursed tome. Her greeting at the front said at least that much this year. Skip to next post
Raine Almasy's Yearbook