Post by Astoria Greengrass on Nov 12, 2011 15:03:17 GMT -5
The sweet perfume of the roses wafted past Astoria, and, without hesitation, she smiled. In the magic world, roses could be enjoyed even in the coldest of months. Sometimes the brilliance of charms escaped her. It's easy to take magic for granted when its all you've ever known. Astoria removed the lens cover from her old rickety muggle camera. Its one of the few muggle items she was able to acquire while perusing the shop adjacent to her fathers' in Knockturn Alley. Astoria fumbled with the strange clunky design of the camera, but managed to take a photo of the red roses which were situated in-between a Flutterby bush and some Abyssinian shrivelfig. She thought about how the photograph would look framed, hanging on one of the deteriorating walls in her childhood home. "No," she thought, "Father wouldn't have it." "And to think what Uncle Scorpius would say!" Having a Death Eater in the family most certainly complicated things, especially when it came to anything muggle-related.
Astoria sighed and thought to herself, "I wonder if anyone at Hogwarts could appreciate the simple beauty of a muggle photograph?" She stopped herself. "Ugh, what am I even thinking? I need to be working on my Care of Magical Creatures homework!"
Astoria sighed and thought to herself, "I wonder if anyone at Hogwarts could appreciate the simple beauty of a muggle photograph?" She stopped herself. "Ugh, what am I even thinking? I need to be working on my Care of Magical Creatures homework!"