 ∞ 17 | RP entrepreneur | defies gravity | Miss George is flawless | blanket burrito lyfe
Okay. Seventh year. This was cool. This was okay. She was doing well. There had been no tears yet and she was in the castle, in her robes and her badge was pinned on all pretty.
Out of habit, Elodie took a look across at the Gryffindor table on her walk down her own house table. The look lasted for only a few seconds, because she saw nothing of her boyfriend there. Nothing, because he wasn't here. He was in South Africa doing the things he wanted to do and probably trying to make friends with people she would have to try seem interested about when he told her of them. As soon as the little feeling of sad had arrived, it was gone and she made sure she was smiling and doing what she needed to do.
Look awesome. Be awesome. Live awesome.
And make sure people saw her badge because now she was going to let them know her news. Now that she'd decided she was pretty happy about it herself, anyways. Party palaces for pretty prefect people were the bestttt.
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