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[sweethoneybird]

             “Alright then...tell me what it is that I can do.”

[sweethoneybird]

“Stop. Stop looking at me, please.”

Within the confines of her rib cage, her lungs felt small. Gasping, h e a v i n g , aching.

She wasn’t sure what had triggered it exactly. The blonde was certain she never would learn what it was that made the faintest of touches or the flashing of lights leave her trembling and cold, so very cold. Vegas hated the sensation of eyes upon her, as if any moment she were to implode upon herself and hex up the place. She was not a danger, she was a survivor, and yet the world around her pitied her more than they wished to see her succeed. The girl was not a ticking time bomb, she was not weak, she was just troubled and alone -- fighting odds both born to her and thrust upon her by merciless souls.

More than anything, she wanted to understand. Why was it that the possibility of never knowing left her feeling so obsolete? The confusion, the hushed tones, it was all so  o v e r w h e l m i n g. Her own mother did not see her fit to remain in the only world that ever truly felt as though it were hers, while an entire body of students she couldn’t imagine removing herself from only ignited her anxieties in her weakest moments. Was there nowhere left for her to turn? If she fled, she was pitied, if she stayed and struggled she was alienated for her pain.

The Ravenclaw rose from her desk, nails biting into the robes gathered at her shaking palms. Her voice barely resonated above the whispers as she turned to exit.

“I need to be excused, please.”

[rottnx]

" It is indeed past curfew, but one must wonder    what you are doing out of bed, on such a starless sky.    Didn't you know, monsters come out to play at night? "

[philip-avery]

Philip was sitting on a bench in the quad watching as people passed. He was doing some Potions homework but had his mind on other things like being an alternate chaser for the Slytherin Quidditch team. It seemed he would never be at the top and that all of his hard work would go to waste. As a few muggle-borns passed by he pursed his lips, scoffed and shook his head.

"Mudbloods walking the same halls I do. If I wasn't a prefect I'd be more inclined to take care of that problem. They may have a bit of magic but I doubt it compares." Thinking he was talking in a low enough tone that others wouldn't hear Philip lifted his quill and continued writing.

[theprodigalsxn-blog]

"The only thing worse than this weather is the incessant whining. The classrooms are not nearly as cold as the dungeons, I promise."

[nepenthenism]

"Oh shush! No one is going to fall, and if they do, then it's for lack of ability and serves them well. It's not as if they'll die either, unless they're terribly stupid, but then again..."

The girl rolled her eyes, glancing up to the couple of idiots that thought flying with a blizzard on the way was a good idea. But still she placed her bets; knowing to well the blond Ravenclaw boy would fall before the Slytherin he thought smart to challenge.