The few stars that had managed to shine through the clouded night found reflected in deep green eyes. Those starlit eyes belonged to a girl on and old broom which she had precariously balanced her reclined frame as her fingertips gently brushed the surface of the lake. The rough wood of the old broom handle chafed the skin of her back through her school robe. A sigh escaped from between her pale lips and the sound was quickly swallowed by the almost palpable darkness of the muggy night. Suddenly a sharp crack shattered that silence, startling the girl whose muscles clenched in surprise causing her to lose her balance and tip into the icy water below.
(join in anyone...please)
(join in anyone...please)
