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Julie had long-since been fond of the spare office on the sixth floor. It was warm, inviting and comfortable despite it's lack of furniture. She knew the history of this room, of the past inhabitant- all his fastidious customs and favorites and loved the room all the more for it.
Slipping into the room, Julie reached up into her prim-fitting bun and tugged on the pins holding her hair in place. She wasn't truly here to sit and stud but it was what the young woman told herself as she tucked each newly freed pin into the corner of her mouth, her hair falling in soft, coiled tendrils from atop her bended head. The truth, which Julie kept even from herself, was that she simply wanted some quiet space to breathe and be in. The new rules were easy enough to deal with, especially when you minded your own business as the Slytherin did, but the student reactions? well.
that was a horse of another colour. the green-eyed witch sighed as she plucked the final pin from her crown and shook her slightly achy head to loosen her curls until they bounced and bobbed all about her face. She smiled absently, almost thoughtfully as she approached the ornate mirror to view her own countenance. Older. Taller. She was resembled her mother more and more with each day and while some women would hate the comparison Julie reveled in it. A mark of home, of her good breeding- of her family and her identity in and out of this class. She tossed back her curls (stained gold in the light of the setting sun) and posed, jutting out her hip this way and that, pouting and grinning like she was standing before Bentley's camera.
A tiny bit of silly fun.
__________________ the moon:  feminine, intuitive, inner strength, innocence
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