Swan Lake - Stories promoten

When the white feet of dancers beat across the stage,
The sound is like the wings of birds at dawn, fluttering,
And when the feathery light bodies rise en pointe, spinning
Like the wind across a lake, the sight is romance, uttering.
Swan Lake

I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat - Edgar Allan Poe

Abo(flower)

You could be great, you know, it’s all here in your head, and Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness, no doubt