 Dorian and the mime Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
Oh, games! Viviana loved games and she was pretty good at them, too. Well, she was pretty good at logical games. She wasn't so sure how well she would fare at these sorts of carnival games. But they looked interesting and she was eager to try. And she really, really wanted a prize.
The fifteen year old noticed the mime first, who made her giggle as he mimicked the boy and acted as if he were playing the game. Or was he demonstrating? She wasn't quite sure, but she found him mildly amusing. And, oh! She did know that boy, or at least who he was. Dorian was in her house and in her year, though she wasn't sure they ever had a conversation.
Viviana stepped over to the balloon game on the other side of Dorian and turned her eyes up towards the oversized stuffed unicorns and hippogriffs. "Are you going to play?" she asked the boy, hoping that she could watch so she could figure out how to win something for herself.
__________________ started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________
______________________don't you worry I'll be fine
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