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SilverTiger · 03-30-2018, 06:23 AM

That whole idea about safety in numbers was seeming all the more like a good idea given everything. Even if Stasya had to admit to herself that being with the others wouldn't have helped if that crazy bus had hit them all. Nobody had gotten hurt, and the crazy seemed like maybe it had moved on. Hopefully. Maybe. Maybe they could all get back to their fun exploring field trip...

Except almost as soon as she had gotten to the other side of the street,
almost to the group of her friends near the ice cream lady, she had slowed down nearly to a stop. Grey-green eyes went blank, the usual sparkle in them snuffed out mysteriously as her hand flickered toward the hidden holster where her wand was safely out of sight. Something was telling her that taking it out was a good idea. The best idea, even. Whatever little voice inside the blonde third year was telling her to try and get her to fight whatever was going on was being slowly drowned out by other words.

"End the struggle. Expose the inequality..."

The words kept repeating, but her hand had yet to manage to reveal her wand.
Although the psychological battle continued.

03-30-2018, 06:23 AM	#86 (permalink)
SilverTiger Crumple-Horned Snorkack Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: SoCal sighs(GMT-8) Posts: 111,193 Hogwarts RPG Name: Giselle Barrington Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Teagan Kensington Slytherin First Year x5 x3	*sighs* Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict That whole idea about safety in numbers was seeming all the more like a good idea given everything. Even if Stasya had to admit to herself that being with the others wouldn't have helped if that crazy bus had hit them all. Nobody had gotten hurt, and the crazy seemed like maybe it had moved on. Hopefully. Maybe. Maybe they could all get back to their fun exploring field trip... Except almost as soon as she had gotten to the other side of the street, almost to the group of her friends near the ice cream lady, she had slowed down nearly to a stop. Grey-green eyes went blank, the usual sparkle in them snuffed out mysteriously as her hand flickered toward the hidden holster where her wand was safely out of sight. Something was telling her that taking it out was a good idea. The best idea, even. Whatever little voice inside the blonde third year was telling her to try and get her to fight whatever was going on was being slowly drowned out by other words. "End the struggle. Expose the inequality..." The words kept repeating, but her hand had yet to manage to reveal her wand. Although the psychological battle continued. __________________ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me, at tea time, everybody agrees ...It must be exhausting, always rooting for the anti-hero ♥ ♥ ♥