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[littlexlunalovegoods]

Anniversary Gala. May 2nd

It was an understatement that the evening was bittersweet. It was the third year the Ministry had displayed their kindness in such a grand way, but Luna believed the kindness was just a front. She couldn’t stay home and disrespect the ones that had been lost during the battle and it was reassuring that her friends would be there. It was the sole reason she pushed herself to go in hopes that she could get through the night without thinking about the past too much between the speeches and the tales of the battle. Her father had asked her to interview people for the newest edition of the Quibbler, but even Luna knew a grieving place like the anniversary of the battles wasn’t the proper setting stage for tonight. 

Instead, Luna stayed close to the table of foods, enjoying the range of desserts from small meringues to toffee pudding. This served as a nice break from her work and she was ecstatic to see her friends. When she heard the echos from the band on stage she tilted her head in recognition, thinking she saw them on the cover of Witch Weekly not too long ago. “It’s all a bit too much, isn’t it?” Luna asked aloud, her gaze staring straight before bringing her attention to the person beside her. “I’m quite looking forward to the speeches this year. Do you plan on talking? I did the first year, but I don’t think there’s enough words to say in such a short time about it all.”

[whatamistyday]

Event Self Para: The Morning After

Misty was running down a deserted alleyway, a street light illuminating the end of the road. She screamed and panted, running as fast as she can. Vines of every type chased after her. Thorns the size of drumsticks pointed out of the sides. The first vine wrapped itself around her leg, slamming her onto the ground. “Oh please no, I never hurt anyone please!” A thorn slashed into her throat, injecting poison into her. Blood ran down her face and chest. And then she woke up.

Misty was sweating profusely in her bed. She sprang upright as her eyes shot open. She touched her face to make sure she was alright, and something stuck to her fingers. She looked down and blackish green liquid was all over her hands. “Wh-what the?!” She looked down and it was all over her chest. She got up and ran into the bathroom. In the mirror was her horrified reflection, and a stream of blackish green liquid coming from her eyes. It poured down her body. Misty screamed.

She tried desperately to stop the flow of liquid from her eyes. She pressed a towel tightly against them, but it became soaked with the liquid. Panicking, she turned on the shower and stripped out of her pajamas, hopping in. The water turned blackish green at the touch of Misty’s body. After scrubbing frantically she looked down at her hands. They too were secreting the liquid. She screamed again and began to cry. “Help! Help me!!” She screamed in between sobs. She slid down the shower wall and held her knees to her chest. What was happening?