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Name(s): Clare [OPEN]
Location: Just outside of the courtyard. Clare needs a place to brood.
Week: 43
Time: Probably afternoon today. Clare hid out during Halloween like the unsocial thing she is.
Rating: IDK. Play nice, children?
"... Thank you, anyway," Clare cut off the conversation short with another girl in her year, not long after the last study secession for the day. There was a brief moment where Clare felt out of place with other Gryffindor girls - it wasn't her intention to be near them, in the first place, but she was in dire need of advice from a classmate. She was so pale and cold compared to the giggling girls. The others remarked over her silver eyes, and only speculated she was one of many family members. Veelas? Hardly.
If there was a sliver of Clare being self-conscious, it would have scoffed over that. These girls were too into their conversation, Clare had caught glimpse of that girl pulling her dirty blonde hair back in a pony tail.
Only then, she remembered it used to be her hair color. How soft it was, and now it was brittle and short, hardly worth the worry.
She stood there rigid as they left, elegant fingers tugging back on her book bag. Long at last, she was alone, even tempted to stifle her yoki energy so she would not be disturbed.
But there was Teresa. Clare had yet to cross her yet, despite her urgency, no matter how much her heart ached to see her. What she looked like, how well she was, or if she was missing a limb. Wasn't she an offensive type?
No, it was better to leave her yoki open. Quietly, like a ghost, she managed to find a spot right then and there, not against a tree, but sitting down on the stony ledge, with an equal stony look on her face. Before she scurried back up to the commons, Clare just wanted to take in the scenery, just enjoy the silence before seeing the other girls again.
And maybe after this, try and seek out Teresa. Perhaps their animosity and insecurities had prevented them from meeting? After all, no words could express the awkwardness and anguish...
Location: Just outside of the courtyard. Clare needs a place to brood.
Week: 43
Time: Probably afternoon today. Clare hid out during Halloween like the unsocial thing she is.
Rating: IDK. Play nice, children?
"... Thank you, anyway," Clare cut off the conversation short with another girl in her year, not long after the last study secession for the day. There was a brief moment where Clare felt out of place with other Gryffindor girls - it wasn't her intention to be near them, in the first place, but she was in dire need of advice from a classmate. She was so pale and cold compared to the giggling girls. The others remarked over her silver eyes, and only speculated she was one of many family members. Veelas? Hardly.
If there was a sliver of Clare being self-conscious, it would have scoffed over that. These girls were too into their conversation, Clare had caught glimpse of that girl pulling her dirty blonde hair back in a pony tail.
Only then, she remembered it used to be her hair color. How soft it was, and now it was brittle and short, hardly worth the worry.
She stood there rigid as they left, elegant fingers tugging back on her book bag. Long at last, she was alone, even tempted to stifle her yoki energy so she would not be disturbed.
But there was Teresa. Clare had yet to cross her yet, despite her urgency, no matter how much her heart ached to see her. What she looked like, how well she was, or if she was missing a limb. Wasn't she an offensive type?
No, it was better to leave her yoki open. Quietly, like a ghost, she managed to find a spot right then and there, not against a tree, but sitting down on the stony ledge, with an equal stony look on her face. Before she scurried back up to the commons, Clare just wanted to take in the scenery, just enjoy the silence before seeing the other girls again.
And maybe after this, try and seek out Teresa. Perhaps their animosity and insecurities had prevented them from meeting? After all, no words could express the awkwardness and anguish...