Originally Posted by TakemetotheBurrow

As if the drama on stage wasn't enough, now Sam was approaching her and the very last thing Junia wanted to do was have another awkward run-in with the girl. She'd broken her best friend's heart into pieces and having to witness the Gryffindor put herself back together was breaking Junia's heart. Of course it left her feeling some kind of way about the older girl. How could she not?

"I don't think I'm meant to have any props, Sa-" Hello? Junia frowned as the sixth year moved on without so much as a head nod in acknowledgement. That was quite rude. Wrong, too. What could she possibly need with this...well, what even was it? The fifth year carefully unwrapped the tissue paper on the top, revealing the crystal brooch. It looked vintage-something she imagined her late grandmother might've worn. It had to be for a costume, didn't it? Though not hers. She would be stuck wearing something to blend in with the others, no doubt. Shaking her head, she reached down and delicately plucked the brooch out of her palm, leaving the tissue paper behind. It was quite pret-

Blue-green eyes were blown wide, looking but no longer really seeing what was around her as her body slumped to the ground, arms and legs falling unnaturally around her as if she were a broken doll. Her limbs jerked as if electrified for only a brief moment and then went eerily still, her mouth open and stretched in a silent scream for help as the crystal brooch slid from her hand onto the floor.

Originally Posted by kayquilz

OKAY. Good times. The rehearsal was CONTINUING and there was nothing ELSE dramatic happening besides the ACTUAL. BLOODY. DRAMATICS. Paul was glad. He then saw Sam. SAM TYLER. What in the world was she doing here? And what did she HAVE? Paul eyed her a bit. "Sam...are you okay?" he asked, standing, once again, to approach her. "What do you need? What's that?" he asked about her...thing she was carrying, whatever it was. "What have you got there?" he asked as he took it from her hand, partially blowing the tissue away to get a better look. A necklace? He picked it up and hung it front of her face. "Um. What is...th--"

........Why was Abraham Botros screaming? Why was-- W-

What....

The older man was suddenly dead weight. Falling, as if he had passed out, to the ground, but his eyes were wide open as he twitched. His limbs looked like jelly, strewn about in an unnatural way. He was screaming, but no sound escaped his mouth. There was nothing else in his mind. The play...this rehearsal...he was...merely a vessel.

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