Post by Sophia Mayfair on Dec 21, 2006 12:01:40 GMT -5
Lengthening Your Posts
© Maddie = ]
This question must have popped by your mind sometime or another. You’re wondering how on earth you can get your posts so long like many others. Don’t worry if at the moment you’re stuck with a small one liner. Although one-liners are not allowed on some sites, it must be that you haven’t really gotten inside your characters mind yet. This can be easily fixed with some helpful tips and examples that I have written to help you.
Now, just for a little quick example before we move onto the steps. This is what we are going to be working on.
How to change a simple little post like this,
“Young Ginny Weasley laid curled up in her bed. After tossing around a bit she fell out landing on the floor. She was being distracted by recent events,”
Into a lovely post like this, and I bet you even J.K. Rowling would approve!
“Little sixteen-year-old Ginny Weasley lay curled up in her small yet cosy home bed in her slightly messy room. Covers were pulled over her head and her body was curled up into what seemed like a small ball. Robes and Books lay scattered around the floor, and the wardrobe doors hung limply open. The young girl rolled over, covers clenched in her fists as she pulled them with her. The light was dark, and she had no way of telling what time it was. It seemed her mind was blocked with too many things to be concentrating on what she was doing, as, seconds later, Ginny had turned over so much that she landed with a thump on the cold, hard floor, a yelp of pain escaping her shivering blue lips. The covers followed her, falling over her body in a heap, and then ever so slowly and quietly, the pillow just rolled gently onto the bedside table, knocking over the alarm clock, books, pictures and a lamp, all causing a great big crash. Ginny remained still for a few seconds, listening out to the night before she realised that no one was awake apart from her and she was safe. Slowly she began picking up the pictures and placing them back in their rightful positions, and after that the alarm clock and lamp. Then she lay there for a few moments, breathing in deeply. Yet another nightmare had haunted her already pained dreams, but this time she was so upset about them that sleep seemed impossible. Grasping the bedside cabinet, she pulled herself up, coming face to face with her dusty mirror. Ginny could still see her refection painted in the glass, the red flaming hair and the glowing blue eyes staring back at her like a ghost looking through a window.
So many things had happened over the past few weeks that concentration seemed impossible, as did sleep. She positioned herself in front of the mirror again, staring blankly at her face before tearing her gaze away as aqueous drops formed in the corner of her eye. She grabbed a picture that still lay on the floor, and stared at it. It was a picture of her and Harry Potter. Her thumb stroked the moving outline of Harry, before anger, confusion and despair took her over and she chucked the picture onto the bed, before falling onto it herself. First her brother Bill was turned to a werewolf, and now Harry had broken up with her. All she ever wanted was to be with Harry and be happy, even if her brother Ron disliked it. Oh, that was another problem. You see, Ron had gone around acting all boastful about Harry splitting up with Ginny, so Ginny had gone mental. In front of their mother and father, Ginny put upon Ron her famous hex, knocking him out. Now Molly and Arthur hadn’t exactly been happy with Ginny, but they hadn’t punished her. They told Ron that he had bought it upon himself and that he should pay more respect to his sister. Like that was going to happen. Ginny’s eyes opened and she looked at the ceiling, painted white with blue ribbons trekking around. Something beeped, yet Ginny didn’t jump. Her reaction was simply turning her head and looking at her alarm clock. It was eight o’clock, and although it was the holidays, Ginny always got up early and would spend ages thinking about Harry. The point of this now was pointless, but with nothing else to do what would she do? Walk straight up to the Dursley’s? No, Ginny was returning to Hogwarts tomorrow and she would see Harry again, being in Gryffindor and all.”
Now this can be done in a few simple steps, like so,
Step uno (one)
Describing Your Character’s Surroundings
Now, even though this may sound long and tiring, it actually helps with he whole idea of the thread if you ever plan on doing one. So, here we can say,
“Amy walked outside and looked at the sun, then the flowers that were under it’s light. She stared at the water and then sat down on a bench waiting or someone to come out. She stared at her surroundings and the environment.”
But instead, give the reader a more developed idea of what your character is seeing. So, instead you could say,
“This morning was supposed to be very sunny. Amy had been watching the weather forecast on TV in her room, and it had promised for sunny spells and patches of very hot weather around certain parts of the country. Earlier Amy thought that there was going to be a very thin chance for hot weather, so she had dressed herself in a warm overcoat. But now she changed into a small summer dress with flowers embedded around the rim. She walked outside, raising her hand to stop the extreme heat rays from the sun entering her eyes and possibly burning them out. ‘The weather people were right for once’, Amy thought, as she took a little while to look at the amazing flowers blooming in the green, green grass. It looked like the perfect summers day, and Amy sat down on a wooden bench, smiling to herself as she watched water trickle from a water fountain, and birds chirp in time to soft music that was playing from somewhere,”
See, the key to all this is called elaboration. You need to expand on things. Even if it may seem pointless, just explain about flowers, water or even music that makes the day seem even more perfect. And this may take a little time, because this is one of the hardest steps, but even so, just try your best. It gives the reader an idea of the scenery that’s surrounding them in their post.
Step dos (two)
Your Character’s Mood
This can be a little easier than all of the other steps. All you have to do is decide on what you want your character to be feeling in this post. Either sad, happy, lonely, unsure, anything you can think of, but don’t come out of character. For instance, if you played Severus Snape, he wouldn’t turn all lovey on Hermione, would he? No, so keep in character but explain your characters mood, like so,
“Ridley walked into her room, shutting the door behind her. She was really upset, because her boyfriend had just cheated on her with Ridley’s best friend,”
How does your character feel about this? You can turn that post into something like this,
“Young seventeen-year-old Ridley had been walking down the local street where her mother did their shopping. She was meant to be going out to get the local paper and some sweets for her younger brother. She loved her younger brother, ‘but if only he didn’t have such an addiction to sweets,’ Ridley thought, smiling as she sighed though. She could remember having an addiction to sweets when she was young, so she couldn’t really blame her brother. Upon entering the shops she swiped a copy of the Daily express and a packet of fat starbursts. After paying for them she carried them off in a small, see-through plastic bag. ‘I can’t wait to tell Logan about last night!’ Ridley thought. She was very excited. Last night she had bought a very pretty dress, and her and Logan were going out tonight.
Just as she was passing round the corner, she spotted two people on a bench, the girl on the bench and a boy on top of her, smothering her in kisses. At first, Ridley didn’t notice, as she was still very excited upon going out tonight. But when she got a little closer, she noticed that the girl was none other than her best friend Lowell, and the boy was in fact her boyfriend Logan. A mixture of anger, confusion and despair swept over all off Ridley’s happy emotions, as she yelled at the top of her voice before running off down the lane. When she got in, she chucked the bag down on the table and ran to her room, slamming the door behind her and collapsing on her bed. ‘How could he do this to me?’ she thought, tears pouring from her eyes like the Niagara Falls.”
See, that explains why they’re feeling so upset and angry. It explains what happens to make them feel that way, in a very sad and dramatic tone. Doesn’t it make you want to read more? Or if it were a movie, would you like to watch the rest or turn it off? Just think about the mixture of drama you could add in to make it more readable and likeable.
Step tres (three)
Personal Thoughts
This is very similar to what we just did, except it’s all about what your character is thinking, feeling, and more. You can have your character question about why they’re actually feeling this way, by using a good use of questioning. Like so,
“Lottie sat down at her desk to do homework. She wondered why she was even bothering to do it. Lottie also wondered about someone she liked. Just then, someone knocked at the door…”
Now that’s using some questioning and also hinting that you want someone to knock at the door. So just expand on it a little bit and turn it into something like this,
“The day had been a long one. Now it was afternoon, and Lottie had to do some homework before she went back to Hogwarts. It was something on the art of divination. Why was she even doing this? ‘Why the hell am I reducing myself to do homework about predicting the future?’ Lottie thought, sighing as she reluctantly sat down at her desk and pulled out her roll of parchment and an inkbottle with feather pen. She hated Divination, and although she was at the age where she could drop it, Lottie saw no point. With one year left to go at Hogwarts, she wanted to get as many N.E.W.T.S. as she could. She dipped the pen in the ink and started writing some odd rubbish about how crystal balls told the future for some people,
Just as she was thinking about homework and N.E.W.T.S, a picture caught her attention. It was of a boy named Harvey, who was in the same house and year as her, Ravenclaw 7th year. She sighed as she thought about how much she liked Harvey. Did he like her? Did he fancy her? Did he even know her? ‘Oh god I hope he does,’ Lottie thought, a sad look passing through her features. It was alien to her, how she was going to cope with going back to Hogwarts. She was praying that he didn’t have a girlfriend. ‘What if he does have a girlfriend? What if she’s at Hogwarts? What if he asks her to the Winter Dance?’ Lottie’s hand found her eyes as she prayed that he liked her.”
Now that is elaborating on your post. Put all the previous steps together, and maybe someday (or after some work), you will get to post lengths like this, (This was written by me for a other site, where I play Andromeda Black)
The morning had been rather rushed, and even though the weekend had settled into action, it was still seen that students were rushing about here and there, often troubled about this and that, which really didn’t mean a thing. Everyone had thoughts packed into their minds about how they were going to finish homework, what they were going to do, muck around and generally annoy the hell out of teachers, or be perfectly normal and just chill outside. That very morning, however, one certain person who didn’t get that morning feel. Despite having been awake for most of the previous night, she was all messed up. All in all, the night hadn’t been what she had planned on having. After spending an increasing amount of time up doing Homework with the light of the candle on her desk beside her bed, she was hoping to just lye down and fall asleep, and just drift off. But knowing her luck, it had not happened and she had been up half the night suffering from a horrid Muggle Cold. Sneezing was one thing, stuffed up nose and headache was another. Also count in the sore throat and bad cough. Typical annoying Muggle illnesses that actually, people were going about pretending they were dying. Surely some illnesses weren’t fatal, although Muggles did see to think so sometimes, and they thought they might end up in intensive care, o in some other extreme injury unit in a hospital. It was sad to say that so many bad things could happen when all one wanted was a relaxing night in and some rest. Well that certainly wasn’t going to happen.
After a lot of trying to get to sleep and not being able to, Andie had given up on getting to sleep, as it was morning and the only sleep she had actually had was a few hours. Rather, she would count it as dozing and not sleeping, however much she wanted it to be sleep. Sitting up, Andie rubbed her eyes and stretched, looking around her. Just as usual, nearly everyone was out of the Girl’s Dorm. In fact, as she tilted her head, she noticed that everyone was out. So why was she the only one in? It wasn’t some kind of holiday, as far as she was concerned, and even though it was nearing Christmas, there wasn’t a holiday just yet. Her long night outfit that she wore consisted of a long white dress embedded with little teddy bear patterns. Sweet, you would think. Yes, it was rather. However much people would perhaps take the mic out of her for wearing it, it was a symbol of something that was given to her. And it reminded her that she wasn’t an annoying Slytherin, even though she was in the house. It reminded her that she was different from everybody else here. She had a crush on a boy called ‘Ted Tonks’, whom was a Ravenclaw. It was, frowned upon in her family, for her to marry somebody who was in a different house than her. And especially her parents wanted her to marry a rich Slytherin. As if they didn’t care about love. Rolling her eyes at the very thought, Andromeda Black heaved herself out of bed and nearly ended up toppling over, had it not been for her chair that she had clung onto.
It would have been nice to wake up in her nice cosy home, but this was not the case. Instead she was standing in the girl’s dorm in the Slytherin common room, wearing a teddy embedded nightgown. Her long black hair caressed her shoulders. Yawning, she pulled out an outfit to wear. Ripped jeans with a small blue top and black shoes. Not exactly the perfect outfit to wear but could she be bothered to wear anything else? Not at the current time. So, she dragged her towel, outfit and the rest to the bathroom where she planned on having a lovely shower to wake herself up properly and to clean. About half an hour later, Andie came out, fully clothed and cleaned. Her long black hair fell once again in wavy locks over her shoulders, some covering the rim of her eyes as she looked at herself in the mirror. She looked well enough, not exactly perfect though. But, it was all she could manage. Maybe though…just a little change. She peered into her wardrobe once again, and looked at her clothes. An almost irresistible dress [like the one featured in my sig] was hung up, glittering in her eyes. Maybe…just maybe…but of course! So, pulling it out, Andie quickly changed, then once again looked at herself in the mirror. She looked a lot better than she looked a few minutes ago. So, smiling at the young sixth year Slytherin, Andromeda walked out of the Common Room, and out to the corridors.
There was a lot of commotion about in the corridors. Lots of young students were gallivanting about causing havoc whereever they could and with whatever they could find. A lot of the ghosts seemed rather bothered with it all, and seemed to retreat to their paintings if they had them. Andie moved herself long and past them, trying not to be hit on the head by flying footballs, or be soaked with buckets of water absently hanging over unsuspecting students who were just innocently walking by. Finally, after nearly being hit by a load of water that crashed right behind her, soaking her feet a little, she managed to get to the Entrance Hall, in which she took to brushing herself down quickly and checking her reflection. ‘stop it girl, you look fine as you are,’ a voice inside her head spoke. She sighed, walking out of the castle and out to the grounds. It was quite lovely there, to see the atmosphere, which was being created by the students, younger and older than herself. She raised her hand to her eyes, to look around and scan for anyone she knew or recognised. After a little while of searching, she spotted two people, Remus Lupin, a Marauder who was very kind to her, and Lily Evans. Andie didn’t have trouble getting on with any of the Marauders or Lily because she secretly loved chatting to them, and got along quite well. So, smiling to herself, she skipped over to them, only to stop a small way away from them, to make sure that they did actually want her to sit down. “Hello,”
© Maddie = ]
This question must have popped by your mind sometime or another. You’re wondering how on earth you can get your posts so long like many others. Don’t worry if at the moment you’re stuck with a small one liner. Although one-liners are not allowed on some sites, it must be that you haven’t really gotten inside your characters mind yet. This can be easily fixed with some helpful tips and examples that I have written to help you.
Now, just for a little quick example before we move onto the steps. This is what we are going to be working on.
How to change a simple little post like this,
“Young Ginny Weasley laid curled up in her bed. After tossing around a bit she fell out landing on the floor. She was being distracted by recent events,”
Into a lovely post like this, and I bet you even J.K. Rowling would approve!
“Little sixteen-year-old Ginny Weasley lay curled up in her small yet cosy home bed in her slightly messy room. Covers were pulled over her head and her body was curled up into what seemed like a small ball. Robes and Books lay scattered around the floor, and the wardrobe doors hung limply open. The young girl rolled over, covers clenched in her fists as she pulled them with her. The light was dark, and she had no way of telling what time it was. It seemed her mind was blocked with too many things to be concentrating on what she was doing, as, seconds later, Ginny had turned over so much that she landed with a thump on the cold, hard floor, a yelp of pain escaping her shivering blue lips. The covers followed her, falling over her body in a heap, and then ever so slowly and quietly, the pillow just rolled gently onto the bedside table, knocking over the alarm clock, books, pictures and a lamp, all causing a great big crash. Ginny remained still for a few seconds, listening out to the night before she realised that no one was awake apart from her and she was safe. Slowly she began picking up the pictures and placing them back in their rightful positions, and after that the alarm clock and lamp. Then she lay there for a few moments, breathing in deeply. Yet another nightmare had haunted her already pained dreams, but this time she was so upset about them that sleep seemed impossible. Grasping the bedside cabinet, she pulled herself up, coming face to face with her dusty mirror. Ginny could still see her refection painted in the glass, the red flaming hair and the glowing blue eyes staring back at her like a ghost looking through a window.
So many things had happened over the past few weeks that concentration seemed impossible, as did sleep. She positioned herself in front of the mirror again, staring blankly at her face before tearing her gaze away as aqueous drops formed in the corner of her eye. She grabbed a picture that still lay on the floor, and stared at it. It was a picture of her and Harry Potter. Her thumb stroked the moving outline of Harry, before anger, confusion and despair took her over and she chucked the picture onto the bed, before falling onto it herself. First her brother Bill was turned to a werewolf, and now Harry had broken up with her. All she ever wanted was to be with Harry and be happy, even if her brother Ron disliked it. Oh, that was another problem. You see, Ron had gone around acting all boastful about Harry splitting up with Ginny, so Ginny had gone mental. In front of their mother and father, Ginny put upon Ron her famous hex, knocking him out. Now Molly and Arthur hadn’t exactly been happy with Ginny, but they hadn’t punished her. They told Ron that he had bought it upon himself and that he should pay more respect to his sister. Like that was going to happen. Ginny’s eyes opened and she looked at the ceiling, painted white with blue ribbons trekking around. Something beeped, yet Ginny didn’t jump. Her reaction was simply turning her head and looking at her alarm clock. It was eight o’clock, and although it was the holidays, Ginny always got up early and would spend ages thinking about Harry. The point of this now was pointless, but with nothing else to do what would she do? Walk straight up to the Dursley’s? No, Ginny was returning to Hogwarts tomorrow and she would see Harry again, being in Gryffindor and all.”
Now this can be done in a few simple steps, like so,
Step uno (one)
Describing Your Character’s Surroundings
Now, even though this may sound long and tiring, it actually helps with he whole idea of the thread if you ever plan on doing one. So, here we can say,
“Amy walked outside and looked at the sun, then the flowers that were under it’s light. She stared at the water and then sat down on a bench waiting or someone to come out. She stared at her surroundings and the environment.”
But instead, give the reader a more developed idea of what your character is seeing. So, instead you could say,
“This morning was supposed to be very sunny. Amy had been watching the weather forecast on TV in her room, and it had promised for sunny spells and patches of very hot weather around certain parts of the country. Earlier Amy thought that there was going to be a very thin chance for hot weather, so she had dressed herself in a warm overcoat. But now she changed into a small summer dress with flowers embedded around the rim. She walked outside, raising her hand to stop the extreme heat rays from the sun entering her eyes and possibly burning them out. ‘The weather people were right for once’, Amy thought, as she took a little while to look at the amazing flowers blooming in the green, green grass. It looked like the perfect summers day, and Amy sat down on a wooden bench, smiling to herself as she watched water trickle from a water fountain, and birds chirp in time to soft music that was playing from somewhere,”
See, the key to all this is called elaboration. You need to expand on things. Even if it may seem pointless, just explain about flowers, water or even music that makes the day seem even more perfect. And this may take a little time, because this is one of the hardest steps, but even so, just try your best. It gives the reader an idea of the scenery that’s surrounding them in their post.
Step dos (two)
Your Character’s Mood
This can be a little easier than all of the other steps. All you have to do is decide on what you want your character to be feeling in this post. Either sad, happy, lonely, unsure, anything you can think of, but don’t come out of character. For instance, if you played Severus Snape, he wouldn’t turn all lovey on Hermione, would he? No, so keep in character but explain your characters mood, like so,
“Ridley walked into her room, shutting the door behind her. She was really upset, because her boyfriend had just cheated on her with Ridley’s best friend,”
How does your character feel about this? You can turn that post into something like this,
“Young seventeen-year-old Ridley had been walking down the local street where her mother did their shopping. She was meant to be going out to get the local paper and some sweets for her younger brother. She loved her younger brother, ‘but if only he didn’t have such an addiction to sweets,’ Ridley thought, smiling as she sighed though. She could remember having an addiction to sweets when she was young, so she couldn’t really blame her brother. Upon entering the shops she swiped a copy of the Daily express and a packet of fat starbursts. After paying for them she carried them off in a small, see-through plastic bag. ‘I can’t wait to tell Logan about last night!’ Ridley thought. She was very excited. Last night she had bought a very pretty dress, and her and Logan were going out tonight.
Just as she was passing round the corner, she spotted two people on a bench, the girl on the bench and a boy on top of her, smothering her in kisses. At first, Ridley didn’t notice, as she was still very excited upon going out tonight. But when she got a little closer, she noticed that the girl was none other than her best friend Lowell, and the boy was in fact her boyfriend Logan. A mixture of anger, confusion and despair swept over all off Ridley’s happy emotions, as she yelled at the top of her voice before running off down the lane. When she got in, she chucked the bag down on the table and ran to her room, slamming the door behind her and collapsing on her bed. ‘How could he do this to me?’ she thought, tears pouring from her eyes like the Niagara Falls.”
See, that explains why they’re feeling so upset and angry. It explains what happens to make them feel that way, in a very sad and dramatic tone. Doesn’t it make you want to read more? Or if it were a movie, would you like to watch the rest or turn it off? Just think about the mixture of drama you could add in to make it more readable and likeable.
Step tres (three)
Personal Thoughts
This is very similar to what we just did, except it’s all about what your character is thinking, feeling, and more. You can have your character question about why they’re actually feeling this way, by using a good use of questioning. Like so,
“Lottie sat down at her desk to do homework. She wondered why she was even bothering to do it. Lottie also wondered about someone she liked. Just then, someone knocked at the door…”
Now that’s using some questioning and also hinting that you want someone to knock at the door. So just expand on it a little bit and turn it into something like this,
“The day had been a long one. Now it was afternoon, and Lottie had to do some homework before she went back to Hogwarts. It was something on the art of divination. Why was she even doing this? ‘Why the hell am I reducing myself to do homework about predicting the future?’ Lottie thought, sighing as she reluctantly sat down at her desk and pulled out her roll of parchment and an inkbottle with feather pen. She hated Divination, and although she was at the age where she could drop it, Lottie saw no point. With one year left to go at Hogwarts, she wanted to get as many N.E.W.T.S. as she could. She dipped the pen in the ink and started writing some odd rubbish about how crystal balls told the future for some people,
Just as she was thinking about homework and N.E.W.T.S, a picture caught her attention. It was of a boy named Harvey, who was in the same house and year as her, Ravenclaw 7th year. She sighed as she thought about how much she liked Harvey. Did he like her? Did he fancy her? Did he even know her? ‘Oh god I hope he does,’ Lottie thought, a sad look passing through her features. It was alien to her, how she was going to cope with going back to Hogwarts. She was praying that he didn’t have a girlfriend. ‘What if he does have a girlfriend? What if she’s at Hogwarts? What if he asks her to the Winter Dance?’ Lottie’s hand found her eyes as she prayed that he liked her.”
Now that is elaborating on your post. Put all the previous steps together, and maybe someday (or after some work), you will get to post lengths like this, (This was written by me for a other site, where I play Andromeda Black)
The morning had been rather rushed, and even though the weekend had settled into action, it was still seen that students were rushing about here and there, often troubled about this and that, which really didn’t mean a thing. Everyone had thoughts packed into their minds about how they were going to finish homework, what they were going to do, muck around and generally annoy the hell out of teachers, or be perfectly normal and just chill outside. That very morning, however, one certain person who didn’t get that morning feel. Despite having been awake for most of the previous night, she was all messed up. All in all, the night hadn’t been what she had planned on having. After spending an increasing amount of time up doing Homework with the light of the candle on her desk beside her bed, she was hoping to just lye down and fall asleep, and just drift off. But knowing her luck, it had not happened and she had been up half the night suffering from a horrid Muggle Cold. Sneezing was one thing, stuffed up nose and headache was another. Also count in the sore throat and bad cough. Typical annoying Muggle illnesses that actually, people were going about pretending they were dying. Surely some illnesses weren’t fatal, although Muggles did see to think so sometimes, and they thought they might end up in intensive care, o in some other extreme injury unit in a hospital. It was sad to say that so many bad things could happen when all one wanted was a relaxing night in and some rest. Well that certainly wasn’t going to happen.
After a lot of trying to get to sleep and not being able to, Andie had given up on getting to sleep, as it was morning and the only sleep she had actually had was a few hours. Rather, she would count it as dozing and not sleeping, however much she wanted it to be sleep. Sitting up, Andie rubbed her eyes and stretched, looking around her. Just as usual, nearly everyone was out of the Girl’s Dorm. In fact, as she tilted her head, she noticed that everyone was out. So why was she the only one in? It wasn’t some kind of holiday, as far as she was concerned, and even though it was nearing Christmas, there wasn’t a holiday just yet. Her long night outfit that she wore consisted of a long white dress embedded with little teddy bear patterns. Sweet, you would think. Yes, it was rather. However much people would perhaps take the mic out of her for wearing it, it was a symbol of something that was given to her. And it reminded her that she wasn’t an annoying Slytherin, even though she was in the house. It reminded her that she was different from everybody else here. She had a crush on a boy called ‘Ted Tonks’, whom was a Ravenclaw. It was, frowned upon in her family, for her to marry somebody who was in a different house than her. And especially her parents wanted her to marry a rich Slytherin. As if they didn’t care about love. Rolling her eyes at the very thought, Andromeda Black heaved herself out of bed and nearly ended up toppling over, had it not been for her chair that she had clung onto.
It would have been nice to wake up in her nice cosy home, but this was not the case. Instead she was standing in the girl’s dorm in the Slytherin common room, wearing a teddy embedded nightgown. Her long black hair caressed her shoulders. Yawning, she pulled out an outfit to wear. Ripped jeans with a small blue top and black shoes. Not exactly the perfect outfit to wear but could she be bothered to wear anything else? Not at the current time. So, she dragged her towel, outfit and the rest to the bathroom where she planned on having a lovely shower to wake herself up properly and to clean. About half an hour later, Andie came out, fully clothed and cleaned. Her long black hair fell once again in wavy locks over her shoulders, some covering the rim of her eyes as she looked at herself in the mirror. She looked well enough, not exactly perfect though. But, it was all she could manage. Maybe though…just a little change. She peered into her wardrobe once again, and looked at her clothes. An almost irresistible dress [like the one featured in my sig] was hung up, glittering in her eyes. Maybe…just maybe…but of course! So, pulling it out, Andie quickly changed, then once again looked at herself in the mirror. She looked a lot better than she looked a few minutes ago. So, smiling at the young sixth year Slytherin, Andromeda walked out of the Common Room, and out to the corridors.
There was a lot of commotion about in the corridors. Lots of young students were gallivanting about causing havoc whereever they could and with whatever they could find. A lot of the ghosts seemed rather bothered with it all, and seemed to retreat to their paintings if they had them. Andie moved herself long and past them, trying not to be hit on the head by flying footballs, or be soaked with buckets of water absently hanging over unsuspecting students who were just innocently walking by. Finally, after nearly being hit by a load of water that crashed right behind her, soaking her feet a little, she managed to get to the Entrance Hall, in which she took to brushing herself down quickly and checking her reflection. ‘stop it girl, you look fine as you are,’ a voice inside her head spoke. She sighed, walking out of the castle and out to the grounds. It was quite lovely there, to see the atmosphere, which was being created by the students, younger and older than herself. She raised her hand to her eyes, to look around and scan for anyone she knew or recognised. After a little while of searching, she spotted two people, Remus Lupin, a Marauder who was very kind to her, and Lily Evans. Andie didn’t have trouble getting on with any of the Marauders or Lily because she secretly loved chatting to them, and got along quite well. So, smiling to herself, she skipped over to them, only to stop a small way away from them, to make sure that they did actually want her to sit down. “Hello,”
