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[Meghan Morris]

Meghan glanced wearily at Alexander and Elisabet begun to make their ways into the air. It was taking them too long, and at hearing the Profeesor reprimand someone for being late she dearly hoped they would hurry. Following the Professor's instructions once more she rose up amd swiftly flew behind none than Emanuelle. What a lovely coincedience, not.  

There really was nothing like flying, Meghan thought to herself. The wind in your hair, the rush, and the simple wonder of being in the air. It was too bad the Muggles couldn't enjoy flying via broomstick, perhaps one day though...

Edited by Meghan Morris, 13 January 2012 - 09:45 PM.