carollinali

Hermione sighs. It has been a long day. She can feel her toes tingling inside the shoes. And again, she looks up to the sky, in that early evening. She thinks of her house. That lovely, lovely dirty-white cottage that has been her home for the last six years. A smile goes on her lips, remembering her cozy living room, that marvelous couch full of cushions and her patchwork blanket that she made herself. A very nice place to hide yourself. Her hand searches inside her purse for the car keys. She presses the button on it, and the black new Beetle near her opens up. She gets in her car, connects the key and takes her shoes off. Driving barefoot