Post by Alyson Longbottom on Dec 27, 2006 23:55:43 GMT -5
Of the many stories told to Alyson by her parents, this one was the most believable. It was of Albus Dumbledore, a great man who was once the Headmaster of Hogwarts. Many generations had passed since he had died, falling from the Astronomy Tower to the ground below, which would probably kill any mortal man. The grave now sat, a dedication to one of of most successful men of all time. He was mentioned various times in numerous books, all of which were positive. How did Alyson know this? She knew this because she'd read all of these books. Of course Alyson had not read all of the books that mentioned Albus Dumbledore, but the ones that she had read spoke positively about him nothing negative. He had won many awards for numerous things, all of which were excellent. But Aly had never met the guy, she would not know his personality or anything. It was nearly impossible to meet him now, he was long dead and gone.
Now, though, as Aly sat alone at Dumbledore's grave, she felt as though his information and his words of wisdom were seeping into her, his every quote, his every memory coming into her mind. Her blonde hair cascaded past her shoulders in wavelets, and her slender arms wrapped around her legs made her feel comfortable as she sat against a tree. The sun was high in the sky and the clouds were nowhere to be seen. A few flowers on Dumbledore's grave blew gently in the breeze that the wind caused. Aly saw a few leaves blow by, a sign that fall was dawning on them. Silence engulfed the area, giving a calm and serene effect to the Friday that it was. Aly released her legs from the arms that bound them in securely, and leaned against the tree still, but stretching out her legs. Someone approached, and Aly averted her gaze as to not get the element of suprise from whomever was coming toward her.
(Sorry it's so short >.<)
Now, though, as Aly sat alone at Dumbledore's grave, she felt as though his information and his words of wisdom were seeping into her, his every quote, his every memory coming into her mind. Her blonde hair cascaded past her shoulders in wavelets, and her slender arms wrapped around her legs made her feel comfortable as she sat against a tree. The sun was high in the sky and the clouds were nowhere to be seen. A few flowers on Dumbledore's grave blew gently in the breeze that the wind caused. Aly saw a few leaves blow by, a sign that fall was dawning on them. Silence engulfed the area, giving a calm and serene effect to the Friday that it was. Aly released her legs from the arms that bound them in securely, and leaned against the tree still, but stretching out her legs. Someone approached, and Aly averted her gaze as to not get the element of suprise from whomever was coming toward her.
(Sorry it's so short >.<)
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