 For anyone~ :3
Melanie was quite fond of the school uniforms. It was strange but she liked it. Humming to herself an old song from like... almost a century ago, she walked into the Great Hall and towards the Gryffindor table. Same old, same old. Except it wasn't "same old, same old"... not really. A sixth year. She was a sixth year. Spotting Christmas, Melanie smiled and wiggled her fingers in greeting before plopping herself down at a random seat.
This was definitely not "same old, same old"... because "same old, same old" didn't mean plastic silverware and foam plates and red cups. What was going on? Melanie looked at her spork, holding it up at the ceiling and trying to see what was special about it. There was nothing special about it other than the way it was plastic and it was plastic.
Well then... Melanie set the spork down and straightened it. She wondered what had happened.
__________________ though we're strangers 'til now, we're choosing a path between the s t a r s________________._____________
♡ ♡_______________________.__________________________ ____i'll leave my .l o v e. between the stars...
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