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((OOC: This is Briggs-mun taking over Misa!))
Misa was sitting on a large charge next to the fire in Hufflepuff's commons room. Her stockinged feet hung lazily off the edge of the chair, and her legs were curled up under her. Things had been pretty quiet since she ended up here, and part of her really missed her former life of always being in the spotlight. As she thought back on events in her life, she remembered the news broadcast when Light was finally revealed as Kira. It had made her happy to know her love Light had killed those who had hurt her parents, but that couldn't stop the horrible feeling of knowing he was gone.
Trying to distract herself by thinking of the good times, Misa pulled out her old planner and began paging through it. Filmings, dinner dates with company representatives, live appearances. She sighed, knowing that this wasn't her life anymore. Then she turned a page, and a small piece of paper fluttered down onto her wrist.
Misa's eyes suddenly grew wide as memories that had previously been erased came flooding into her head. Memories of her as the second Kira, the shuffling of the notebooks, one of them getting buried, Rem. It was almost too much of an assault for her mind to handle, and she began hyperventilating. She looked down at the small piece of paper. It must have somehow ended up in her purse on accident when she ripped pages out of the note; it was too small to be of any use.
She put it back carefully in her planner, and stared at the wall, numb.
Misa was sitting on a large charge next to the fire in Hufflepuff's commons room. Her stockinged feet hung lazily off the edge of the chair, and her legs were curled up under her. Things had been pretty quiet since she ended up here, and part of her really missed her former life of always being in the spotlight. As she thought back on events in her life, she remembered the news broadcast when Light was finally revealed as Kira. It had made her happy to know her love Light had killed those who had hurt her parents, but that couldn't stop the horrible feeling of knowing he was gone.
Trying to distract herself by thinking of the good times, Misa pulled out her old planner and began paging through it. Filmings, dinner dates with company representatives, live appearances. She sighed, knowing that this wasn't her life anymore. Then she turned a page, and a small piece of paper fluttered down onto her wrist.
Misa's eyes suddenly grew wide as memories that had previously been erased came flooding into her head. Memories of her as the second Kira, the shuffling of the notebooks, one of them getting buried, Rem. It was almost too much of an assault for her mind to handle, and she began hyperventilating. She looked down at the small piece of paper. It must have somehow ended up in her purse on accident when she ripped pages out of the note; it was too small to be of any use.
She put it back carefully in her planner, and stared at the wall, numb.