Last Friday Night

Snow entered St Mungos with a grim looked on her face, it had been a couple of weeks now since that foolish night, she was hoping that she wasn't pregant, but figured she had to find out and no for sure

Snow sat down and waited, she flipped through a copy of Witch Weekly, normally she was right into this kind of trashy mag, even though most of the stuff in there was just fabricated, but not today.... today it just couldn't hold her attention

"Just like ripping off a band aid, the sooner you do it the sooner its over" she said quitely to herself