Post by Anya Delioncour on Dec 3, 2004 14:34:41 GMT -5
Walking through the shelves, cloudy blue eyes darting accross book titles, Anyankta Delioncour sighed. There was a pile in her hands of books on potions and was that, yes it was. Werewolves. No one knew why she was doing this, but after that fullmoon with Remus(you know if you've been looking on the grounds) she wanted to help him.
Grumbling. she put the books on a table, starting to look through them. Chances were, nothing could help her help him.
Grumbling. she put the books on a table, starting to look through them. Chances were, nothing could help her help him.