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†On white horses let me ride away To my world of dreams so far away Let me run To the sun To a world my heart can understand It's a gentle warm and wonderland Far away Stars away Where the clouds are made of candyfloss As the day is born When the stars are gone We'll race to meet the dawn You and I can only see the grey Of a sad and very lonely day That’s when I softly sigh On white horses Snow white horses Let me ride away Away Away Away To where the clouds are made of candy floss As the day is born When the stars are gone We'll race to meet the dawn You and I can only see the grey Of a sad and very lonely day That’s when I softly sigh On white horses Snow white horses Let me ride away Away You and I can only see the grey Of a sad and very lonely day That’s when I softly sigh† Anyone that doesn’t know me, doesn’t know my habits may think I’m slightly mad, wandering through the common room with my nose lost in the pages of an oversized book. But I don’t really care, I’m just making my way to my favourite chair from my dorm room, and the fact that I don’t need to look where I’m going just isn’t an issue. I’ve been here for seven years now. My long strides mean I arrive before too long and without mishap. With a grateful sigh I fold and sit down, determined to get to the end of this chapter of the History of the reign of the dark wizard Grindleward. It was all fascinating, and I was at the final battle between the Dark Wizard and Albus Dumbledore. Just another page… Paragraph… Finished. Now is a good time to look up and about at the common room. It seemed to be quite empty at the moment, so I wrinkled my nose, I wanted conversation after all that excitement in the book. Oh well, not like I can do much about it, is it? Even so though, I still would like some one to talk to. And I was a bit upset that there was no one here. I reopen my book, starting the next chapter, all the while listening for anyone entering the room. I’m almost irritated by this silence, and as I move to swipe at a strand of my long, dark hair that had fallen into my face I uttered a cough, and I could almost hear it echo. My mind planted a tumbleweed rolling down the common rooms length, My Name is Ahearn Schofield and I am 18 years. My name is of a Celtic Origin, as am I, and it means Lord of the Horses which is quite fitting, as I train horses for the Eventing, Dressage and Show jumping Circles. I’m Male and Heterosexual, so any gay men out there, sorry, but I’m just not interested. I was placed in Ravenclaw in my fist year, and have been there until now, when I’m in my 7th year. My image is that of Jason David Frank and I am played by the multitalented Roisin who can be found at roisindubh_kof@hotmail.com. Image © Roisin HTML © Roisin Lyrics © All About Eve |