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Post by Narcissa Black on Dec 10, 2007 23:31:58 GMT -5
Narcissa had her silver cloak on and even had a hood over her head. Her hands were in her pockets. Instead she decided to get a drink ina pub she knew all too well. The one thing that stayed normal in her life. Everything else was a blurr. A nightmare. Something she wanted to forget. All just a dream. But she knew very well by now. It hadn't been.
No matter how dirty it seemed to get she loved the culture of the place and the history. She made her way inside letting the door slam behind her due to the wind. She slipped her hood down before she made her way to the bar. Cissa took a seat there and crossed her legs letting the bottom of her heel rest against the stool's rest. She held herself respectably and carried herself that way. She kept her cloak on and just under the bottom of it showed her black boots with a short heel. |
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