Coyote Ugly

"What's the point in being the way you are?" Mark asked himself with a smile, he was staring in the mirror looking at his newly dyed hair and laughing with it, twisting it around in his fingers. He loved making himself into something else. The blonde look was getting a bit worn out, and he was sick of feeling like the typical dumb blonde. Mark opend his wardrobe doors and pulled out on of his new cloaks. He fancied going to Diagon Alley, maybe to do some book shopping, he'd run low the past while.

Jona sat quiet and still, she layed on her back; The wet grass shaped to her bodies shape, freezing from underneath her cold souless figure. She watched the stars sparkle in the sky. Not far from her silent field was a bussling town where all the witches and wizard ventured to shop and hang. Jona prefered the silence while she could.

Theres a calm surrender, to the rush of day
When the heat of the rolling wind, can be turned away
An enchanting moment, and it sees me through
Its enough for this restless warrior, just to be with you...
And cant you feel the love tonight, it is where we are....

Jona continued to sing the song and hum the soothing song without hessitation.

Mark closed his warbrobe and sighed. It was horrible when he couldn't find anything to wear. Once he'd actually considered going shopping naked. He thought that his nakedness looked better than some of the clothes he had in his wardrobe at the time.

Mark pulled on some of his newest clothes. they were about a month old. But they would have to do. He had a favourite feild that he liked to apparate to, so he closed his eyes and thought about the feild.

Soon he was there, in the feild. There was a voice, seemed to be coming from the ground.
"Hello?" Mark asked