((OOC Note: Ralph and Dolores, the stuffed dog and doll, are animated toys. They are animated and given 'life' by Violet's own soul and magic; so they're little more than puppets that can move and talk because of a spell, and not separate characters.))
With a snap and a crackle (and a pop of smoke that smelled like a strange mixture of nicotine
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Reaching up to run my hand down the front of my dress in an imitation of her move, I smiled. "Already fallen, cookie. Fallen and ground under heel. All that's left is the husk."
Husks, tattered, dried up, thrown away, the both of us. Her used up by magic and demons, me by my own stupidity. But we were the same. Sad and suddenly quiet I looked at her.
"Slytherin."
Then I turned to wander out of the room, hips swaying, hunger pounding me into dust. She was my future. Or, no, wait - maybe I was her past. It was hard to keep track, hard to focus on much of anything for too long. Maybe I'd go back to my room. Try to find the hidden five hundred and thirty fifth crack in the ceiling. Try not to give in. Try to be better.
Too late.
Husks.
Gone.
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"Me too, Ralphy," Violet shrugged, watching Rachel as she left, a glint in her eye. "Might be a sequel to this one. She needs to feed, and it looks like people aren't giving it up. Maybe I'll visit her again sometime."
The doll tutted, blinking fake eyelids and fake eyelashes in disapproval. "Don't bait her, Violet. She's trying to be better, unlike you."
"Yeah," Violet murmured. Then, she shrugged. "Oh well!" A bright smile crossed her features. "Guess she won't be getting any fun anytime soon!"
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