i'll give you all i can, convince your heart to beat again
WHO: Sora and Alma. OPEN TO ANY OBSERVERS? Bring popcorn!
LOCATION: Gryffindor Common Room
WEEK: 63
TIME: Sunday, after the event.
WHAT: Apologizing for being jerks during the event!
RATING: Er. G to PG? THERE WILL BE MAKEOUTS.
There seemed to be an air of great relief in Hogwarts after the conflict in the Hall of Mirrors was finally resolved. Everyone had returned to their normal selves, and the general environment was finally not quite so erratic. It was a boon, for things to finally be set right, but those like Alma, those who had suffered a complete 180 in personality, likely felt much more than simple relief. She herself was sick with regret and shame. She had turned into a spiteful, petty, purist bitch. She had disgraced her family's good name, tossed the word "mudblood" around like it was nothing, and shunned her friends.
Especially Sora.
Grimacing, Alma retreated to the furthest corner of the common room away from her peers and held her head in her hands. Just remembering the things she'd said, the way she'd acted, made her nauseous. How was she expected to face everyone after all this? Perhaps she'd best write home, follow her brothers' judgement and go to school at Beauxbatons instead...
LOCATION: Gryffindor Common Room
WEEK: 63
TIME: Sunday, after the event.
WHAT: Apologizing for being jerks during the event!
RATING: Er. G to PG? THERE WILL BE MAKEOUTS.
There seemed to be an air of great relief in Hogwarts after the conflict in the Hall of Mirrors was finally resolved. Everyone had returned to their normal selves, and the general environment was finally not quite so erratic. It was a boon, for things to finally be set right, but those like Alma, those who had suffered a complete 180 in personality, likely felt much more than simple relief. She herself was sick with regret and shame. She had turned into a spiteful, petty, purist bitch. She had disgraced her family's good name, tossed the word "mudblood" around like it was nothing, and shunned her friends.
Especially Sora.
Grimacing, Alma retreated to the furthest corner of the common room away from her peers and held her head in her hands. Just remembering the things she'd said, the way she'd acted, made her nauseous. How was she expected to face everyone after all this? Perhaps she'd best write home, follow her brothers' judgement and go to school at Beauxbatons instead...