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DecemberMoon
Eliza, walking with her head slung low in defeat, let her feet carry her wherever they wanted. It wasn't until she sense someone nearby that she bothered to look up. "Oh, hi there Christmas," she said slowly. She tried to lift a corner of her mouth into a half smile, but she just felt too empty at the moment. She stopped walking, stood in front of the tapestry, and watched the strange guy training some sort of ballet act. "Well at least they're having a good time," she noted morosely. Why was it that the art got to be happy and the real living humans did not? Because art is always better than life, Eliza. Everyone knows that. She gave a sidelong glance to Christmas and wondered if she'd been feeling this way lately too.
Christmas looked at Eliza and said "Oh hey Eliza your looking pretty down it is because of what is happening in the school this year and where do you think that the dementors have come from and why are they at the school"