<div class="floatleft">(http://i857.photobucket.com/albums/ab136/mrbunnyhesayno/calrissa_zps6a41a095.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name ::</strong>Clarissa Salliss<br/><strong>Location ::</strong>Study Hall<br/><strong>House ::</strong>Hufflepuff<br/><strong>Year/Titles ::</strong>6th Year<br/><strong>Date/Time ::</strong>September 2 1988 around noon<br/><strong>What ::</strong>Nose deep in her journal...and being interrupted by a certain red headed god...<br/><strong>Tag ::</strong>Bill Weasley, Open<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">GAHH! Don't read my diary!</div></div><hr/><hr/><br/>Clarissa was deep into her writing, the world seemed to wither away into nothingness as she scrawled upon the rather used journal. There were no pretty designs or doodles in the book or even on the cover to mark it as a keepsake or a diary. But despite that, the booked as though it was as old as she was and had seen many a rain filled puddles, spilled coffee and who knows what else.<br/><br/>Electricity shot up Clarissa's spine as she suppressed the urge to make a sound when Bill draped himself over her. Stuck in shock in mid pen stroke, the words remained on the page for a mere three seconds before she lifted the pen off of the paper and they disappeared.<em>He spoke to me this morning at break fast, the way he smiled and clapped my shoulder...I hope our paths will cross again today, I wish I could tell him-</em>Snapping the book closed, Clarissa scowled as she placed her quill down on top of the binding and said. "Bill, cant you see i'm studying?" Her scowl turned to a profuse blush as it finally clicked in her head...'cute hufflepuff'... surely he didn't mean...her?