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2 drabbles featuring original characters.
71. White
She was wearing a white dress today, and Septimus noted sourly that it made her look even more perfect than she already was. He kicked the wall. Alice Endeavour shot him a look of disdainful superiority and walked past him into the music room. Claudia, like the simpering sycophant she was, hurried after her star pupil, arms overflowing with sheet music.
Alice began to play. It was a beautiful piece of music, and she seemed incapable of making a single mistake. Her fingers caressed the keys and she swayed her body as her hands moved up and down the piano. Septimus observed the way the white dress clung to her perfect curves. Perfect, perfect Alice Endeavour.
God, how he hated her.
34. Apple
He was eating an apple when he opened the door, and his eyes narrowed when he saw it was her. He didn’t say anything, as usual. Alice had already assumed a look of haughty indifference, and she used it to full effect, as usual. He was still wearing his school uniform, and she wondered if he knew how handsome it made him look.
He kicked the wall as she passed him, and she looked quickly over, freezing him with a single pale stare. His mouth was still wrapped around the apple, and she heard the crunch as he bit into the crisp flesh and the slurping as he sucked up the juice. Delicate as usual, she wanted to say, but she’d never said anything to Septimus Grey before, so why would she start now?
71. White
She was wearing a white dress today, and Septimus noted sourly that it made her look even more perfect than she already was. He kicked the wall. Alice Endeavour shot him a look of disdainful superiority and walked past him into the music room. Claudia, like the simpering sycophant she was, hurried after her star pupil, arms overflowing with sheet music.
Alice began to play. It was a beautiful piece of music, and she seemed incapable of making a single mistake. Her fingers caressed the keys and she swayed her body as her hands moved up and down the piano. Septimus observed the way the white dress clung to her perfect curves. Perfect, perfect Alice Endeavour.
God, how he hated her.
34. Apple
He was eating an apple when he opened the door, and his eyes narrowed when he saw it was her. He didn’t say anything, as usual. Alice had already assumed a look of haughty indifference, and she used it to full effect, as usual. He was still wearing his school uniform, and she wondered if he knew how handsome it made him look.
He kicked the wall as she passed him, and she looked quickly over, freezing him with a single pale stare. His mouth was still wrapped around the apple, and she heard the crunch as he bit into the crisp flesh and the slurping as he sucked up the juice. Delicate as usual, she wanted to say, but she’d never said anything to Septimus Grey before, so why would she start now?