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[Andrea's alone in the dormitory. Most people have gone...somewhere. They're probably together, having a good time. Probably glad that she isn't with them... Actually, Andrea is quite relieved that there's no one there. Her head has been spinning, what with other people's reactions to her and her actions invading. And there is that problem of Sirius too... Why is he continually winding her up? And she's fairly certain that Remus and James will ultimately choose him over her. And then of course Ginny will... And Kelly's almost as good as said that they'll never be friends again. And Fred hates her, which means George hates her...and Flash dislikes her. Really, there's only Faith and Taylor left...
She sits quietly on her bed, letting the knowledge sink in. Her arm reaches over to her diary, pulls it closer, and eases it open to a certain page. Slowly, slowly, she takes it out. Her nail scissors. She sits cross-legged on her bed, pulls off her sock, and examines the sole of her foot. She picks up the scissors, and slowly puses one edge beneath the thick skin on her heel. It hurt, but it was supposed to. New skin. A fresh start. And when she walked on her raw soles, a constant reminder that she was alive. That she can feel pain.
She jumped when the dorm door banged open though, and her hand sent the scissors jabbing too far, so that crimson bloodied her left foot.]
Who're you?