Stories by Adela27

After rejecting my theory on the rise of the Olmomortis, my fellow Ravenclaws wandered away and left me sitting in a crosslegged position beneath the commonroom window, lost in contemplation. I'd never realised how lonely I was before. LLNL

There she was, the Ravenclaw Reject with her waistlong blonde hair, oversized eyes and faraway expression. To most she was the vision of insanity as she did an odd sort of hand jive, followed by pirouette. I moved closer slowly. I had to tell her today.