dying star
( READ: A SAGITTARIUS AND A PISCES AND A FAUCET )
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it was a rumor at best. a tall tale passed on by generations of students. if it held a lick of truth, sydney (nor anyone their age) could be sure of it. as far as she’s heard, the chamber of secrets is an urban myth. at least, students would tell it now that the area had crumbled into nothing. sealed by the last headmaster as a means to an end.
but what is living without some degree of dream in it?
which is why she stands now, thin fingers gripping onto porcelain rims, round eyes fixated on the snake headed facet, and pink tongue poking out between pearls of white. wiggling. spitting.
“sssssopenfffsfffs.” sydney hisses. admittedly a poor attempt at one. she’s never been one for parseltongue. but had babysat a neighbor’s pet snake enough to think that she would at least get the tones down.
“sssssffhfhfopENsSsS—” she splutters, tensing once she catches sight of another in the mirror. “HEY—” the ravenclaw squeaks, quick to pivot on her heel to face the other; wincing with the strength her hip slams against the sink while her arms form an X over her chest to “shield” her dignity. as if she had been bare rather than fully clothed.
“this is a girl’s bathroom, you know!” the girl scowls (well, as much as the likes of naturally soft features could scowl), cheeks ruddy with surprise (and shame).
“what are you doing in here!?”
— for @nicotinedlilies