Where Mischief is Bred and Born

Where Mischief is Bred and Born

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Gladys Gudgeon Application | Accepted 

Accepted!

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Your Name : Mackenzie

Your Age : 17

Your Time Zone : EST

Character of Choice : Gladys Gudgeon

RP Sample : (It’s kind of short but oh well.)

Gladys sat in her dorm, softly tapping at the the parchment  in front of her. She stared out the window hopelessly getting ideas and recalling things she had learned. After a couple minutes of this she finally had some ideas on what to write. She dipped the quill in ink and began to write the report. A couple of times she would have to push her blonde hair out of the way when it would fall in front of her eyes. Once she had finished the paper and the ink was drying she leaned back in her chair a bit. Her tongue ran over her dry lips as she thought of something to. It was just another Saturday night at Hogwarts. It’s possible that those ridiculous Marauders were causing some sort of trouble in the building. Staying out of trouble for them was something you didn’t here of. 

Gladys rose from her seat and decided she would go take a stroll outside. Maybe someone would find her out there. Soon enough she was outside in the courtyard. Her soft fingers trailing the cool stone. The moon was shining, only a crescent worth though. She watched as her breath would leave her mouth and freeze over, causing her to seem like she was smoking a fag. There were also several stars out and shining above her. She almost jumped when a voice had crept on her from the silence. She turned around quickly. 

“Uh- Hello.” She mumbled. Her eyes quickly darting to their face, recognizing who it was.