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Melody detailed description.Detailed version:
Detailed face description:
She wears half long dark blonde hair with shades of brown through it, who run from half way downwards. After a shower her hair curls a bit, which leaves her hair wavy after drying naturally. She has deep brown eyes. When she falls in love with someone or something she loves they sparkle up like little stars. She has cute small nose and a normal size mouth like an average girl.
Detailed body description:
She has a normal body posture, She has a height of 1 meter and 73 centimeters ( 5,8).
Detailed clothes description:
She loves to wear colorful colors. Her favorite colors are: Turquoise and ocean bluse.
She loves to wear her dresses and skirts in: Blue, black, purple and baby blue, her shoes always come in style with the clothes she wear.
A threatening skyAs usual it was a typical morning at the Weasley house, it started off rather hard because some had a sleepy start.
Mainly Fred, George and Ron, they had stayed up way after their bedtime, their parents didn't know about that at that time.
At 9:00AM everyone was finally down stairs to have breakfast, baked beans, bacon with eggs and toasted sandwiches.
It was everyone's favorite to eat a typical British breakfast so delicious and well feeding you could do energetic things for a half day on that meal.
Later that afternoon the kids went outside to play Fred, George and Ginny practiced on a Quiditch game, they loved to play it with their sister she had skills no body as had ever seen. Ron had to degnome the garden from his parents because it was for a second day in a row he had a sleepy start, he got lightly punished for that. After degnoming the garden Ron went back inside to tell his parents he was done.
'well done Ron, you can now practice with Fred, George and Ginny for Quid
Secret Santa giftOn a windy morning, Harry, Ron and Hermione woke up way before sunrise, they couldn't sleep anymore.
They chatted for a bit on their bedside. They so had hoped for a white Christmas instead of a windy one.
The sound gave them chills, their Christmas spirit was blown away by the wind.
What was Christmas without snow and making snowangels, having a snowball fight and making a snowman.
They wondered how it still could become Christmas, without all these wonderful things missing.
A few hours later the parents of Ron had woken up and called everyone down for breakfast.
When the kids came down they saw their disappointed look on their faces.
"We know, we know, we miss the snow too." "You know what, why don't we just make the best of it and have a great time with these amazing friends and our wonderful family." "yeah, lets do that all the kids shouted at ones.
Everyone gathered round the Christmas tree for hot cocoa with cream on top a Christmas tree shaped marshmallows on top.
Mrs Weasley al
Behind the closed doorA young woman with dark blonde hair with shades of brown, dressed in a blue shirt with a blue skirt and baby blue boots. The young woman's name was Melody.
Melody was walking through the forest, she was enjoying the beautiful scenery of trees and low hanging fog which came up through the cold weather.
She walked for hours until the fog got so thick that it was hard to see where she was going, She decided to walk straight ahead.
While walking she bumped into a tree here there.
She kept on walking until she came to a mystic door, She wondered what was behind it.
Gently she pushed against the door afraid of falling into a deep hole, the door creaked like mad it hurt her hearing. She was very sensitive of noise which has an annoying pitch to it.
Ones the door was opened she saw the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. She entered a great hall decorated in Christmas attributes and Christmas carols were playing. She moved on the place was huge, s
Bo.When Lindsay was born, Bo was there. Standing beside her mother, he was the first thing she ever saw. But he was not her father; her father stood on the other side.
Bo was there until the very moment she died.
The sun shone bright through the windows of her pink-laden room. She loved pink. And black.
“Because Bo is black,” she’d told her parents.
Her imaginary friend, they soon concluded.
“Bo is all black,” she described one night as her father tucked her in, “His skin and his hair and everything. He doesn’t talk a lot.”
Her father frowned.
“He sounds scary.”
“He’s not,” she insisted.
Bo sat on the bed and said nothing.
Her father kissed her good night and turned out the light.
“Why can’t Dad see you?” she asked.
“Are you real?”
“Are you real?” he replied.
“How do you know?”
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