Cheyanne Brightheart-15-5th year-Slytherin
Cheyanne shrugged. "Things are normal for me, well, as normal as they get. How about yourself?" She replied in Parseltongue. Sarah slithered onto her lap, just as a few second years passed them. They seemed a bit on edge and quickly passed the two. Cheyanne's multicolored eyes followed them, though the lot seemed to be in a hurry, and then she looked back at the snake.
[As far as I know, people are just talking and doing their own thing, wolffang. I have two characters open, if you are interested.]
































