Junia paced in front of the room of requirement, nervous. She wasn't sure what possessed her to add another thing to her load of work this term, but acting seemed exciting and maybe, just maybe, it could be something she was good at. Everyone in her family had something for themselves. They stood out. She didn't. Not yet. Maybe she could now.

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"Hello Professor." It was her turn and she stood in front of one of her favorite educators and curtsied like she always did, though her smile didn't quite reach her eyes as she straightened up. Nerves, you know. "I'll be performing a piece from The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett." She nodded her head, took a breath, and then her expression changed completely.

Sitting down on the floor, the fifteen year old started picking at the fabric of her jeans and then glanced up at Professor Myers sheepishly, completely in the character of Mary now.

"I don’t know anything about boys.." She started slowly, shifting a little, looking now as if she was deciding whether or not to trust him with something very important to her that she was both excited and scared to share. " Could you keep a secret, if I told you one? It’s a great secret. I don’t know what I should do if anyone found it out. I believe I should die! Her voice went higher here, her posture changing as she sat up and placed both hands on her legs. Could he tell how big this secret was?! " I’ve stolen a garden. It isn’t mine. It isn’t anybody’s. Nobody wants it, nobody cares for it, nobody ever goes into it. Perhaps everything is dead in it already; I don’t know." She let the secret slip from her lips very quickly and she glanced around once she was done as if worried someone might've overheard, that someone might take this special place away from her. Then her gaze focused on him once more, her eyes big and filled with emotion. " And I don’t care, I don’t care! Nobody has any right to take it from me when I care about it and they don’t. They’re letting it die, all shut up by itself. It’s mine now. And she crossed her arms, her eyes filling up with tears as though her heart had been broken over this garden that had been left to die. How could anyone do such a thing?! She was going to bring it back to life, she could, it was hers now.

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"And scene." Junia wiped at her eyes and stood up, smoothing her clothes. "I hope that was okay. Thanks Professor." She gave a half-wave and then exited the room, feeling okay with how it went.