Post by Graciela Garzón on Nov 27, 2005 17:53:51 GMT -5
Graciela, a newly sorted Gryffindor at Hogwarts, was walking around the school getting used to the place when she came across a room whose door appeared to be opened. She saw a small light that seemed to reflect off of something. She walked to the door and pushed it opened.
Inside there were several newly-polished trophies. She looked at them, admiring them. She had never seen anything shine so bright and beautifully, unless you count her mother's diamond wedding ring with a gold.
Graciela read the names of the people on the trophies. They were people that she had never heard of, but no one should have really expected her to know. She had only just moved to England. She read a trophy for house cup. It was entitled to the Gryffindor House from the previous year. She smiled a slight smiled. She moved on to another trophy that had Quidditch on it and then another silver colored one with prefects and head boys and girls. She paused a moment to examine herself.
In the reflection of the trophy, there was a Hispanic Gryffindor girl, around the age of eleven. Her hair was shoulder length, black, and her eyes were a deep brown. She had a well-defined face with the same complexion as some Hispanics had. Then she thought to herself: Will I ever make anything of myself?
Being around the trophies had made her feel as if she would amount to nothing. It made her feel like she would be a girl with no friends, no job, and no where to go. She immediately shook the thought from her mind when the door behind her creeked opened. She turned and saw........
Inside there were several newly-polished trophies. She looked at them, admiring them. She had never seen anything shine so bright and beautifully, unless you count her mother's diamond wedding ring with a gold.
Graciela read the names of the people on the trophies. They were people that she had never heard of, but no one should have really expected her to know. She had only just moved to England. She read a trophy for house cup. It was entitled to the Gryffindor House from the previous year. She smiled a slight smiled. She moved on to another trophy that had Quidditch on it and then another silver colored one with prefects and head boys and girls. She paused a moment to examine herself.
In the reflection of the trophy, there was a Hispanic Gryffindor girl, around the age of eleven. Her hair was shoulder length, black, and her eyes were a deep brown. She had a well-defined face with the same complexion as some Hispanics had. Then she thought to herself: Will I ever make anything of myself?
Being around the trophies had made her feel as if she would amount to nothing. It made her feel like she would be a girl with no friends, no job, and no where to go. She immediately shook the thought from her mind when the door behind her creeked opened. She turned and saw........
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