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ArianaBlack · 03-25-2019, 09:20 PM

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Originally Posted by laurange

Faith had gotten everything she had felt would accurately capture the essence of what it meant for her to attend Hogwarts, and after heading to the greenhouses to borrow a shovel, made her way down to ~~Zoryn's~~ their spot out on the hill overlooking the forest. It wasn't like her ride-or-die to be late, but maybe Faith was just early for once in her life. It was difficult to tell when you don't wear a watch.

She could wait in the meantime, going through candids of the Gryffindor common room and the great hall during games of The Floor is Lava or the Halloween Feast, playing with the singed edges of her favourite hair ribbon and smelling the burned silk. It wasn't long before she was in full-on tears, the weight of the word graduation hitting her like a fully grown elephant.

Their spot.

Funny wasn't it? Something that she had once claimed as her own was now something else she shared with her best friend. best girlfriend. that. That word that Zoryn had a difficult time saying out loud. That word. The girlfriend word. Her Faith Chosen. This spot was theirs.

But this time it was different. She wasn't coming here because her family would be moving to Scotland soon. She wasn't here because she had yet to hear back from U17. She wasn't here in anticipation of exams. In fact, this would be one of her last times here at all. Last time ruling the corridors. Last time sending bludger's at opponents on the quidditch pitch. Last time on the little hill overlooking the forest.

Zoryn Amari Spinnet wasn't one for nostalgia. She much preferred burning her bridges, rather than reminiscing over them. And yet here she was, carrying a dented dud-bludger in her arms, a vial of polyjuice in her bag, and one of Faith's knickers in her pocket. And yes, she was late. But only because she had to find the right shade of lipstick to mark the pants with. Important.

As she walked into the scene before her, she felt a strange fog set over. A figurative fog, that is. She sidled up next to her blonde and wrapped her arms around the girl in embrace. "It's going to be okay."

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ArianaBlack Assistant Forum Manager Quibbler & Newbie Mod Ashwinder Join Date: Dec 2010 Location: #6e5f57 \|#ff5470 Posts: 13,710 Hogwarts RPG Name: Alfie Adair Hufflepuff Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Laini Gracae-Ryans Slytherin Second Year x10 x1	doesn't proofread tweets \| #wrongaboutcereal \| #siriusly? \| emo to the extremo Quote: Originally Posted by laurange Faith had gotten everything she had felt would accurately capture the essence of what it meant for her to attend Hogwarts, and after heading to the greenhouses to borrow a shovel, made her way down to ~~Zoryn's~~ their spot out on the hill overlooking the forest. It wasn't like her ride-or-die to be late, but maybe Faith was just early for once in her life. It was difficult to tell when you don't wear a watch. She could wait in the meantime, going through candids of the Gryffindor common room and the great hall during games of The Floor is Lava or the Halloween Feast, playing with the singed edges of her favourite hair ribbon and smelling the burned silk. It wasn't long before she was in full-on tears, the weight of the word graduation hitting her like a fully grown elephant. Their spot. Funny wasn't it? Something that she had once claimed as her own was now something else she shared with her best friend. best girlfriend. that. That word that Zoryn had a difficult time saying out loud. That word. The girlfriend word. Her Faith Chosen. This spot was theirs. But this time it was different. She wasn't coming here because her family would be moving to Scotland soon. She wasn't here because she had yet to hear back from U17. She wasn't here in anticipation of exams. In fact, this would be one of her last times here at all. Last time ruling the corridors. Last time sending bludger's at opponents on the quidditch pitch. Last time on the little hill overlooking the forest. Zoryn Amari Spinnet wasn't one for nostalgia. She much preferred burning her bridges, rather than reminiscing over them. And yet here she was, carrying a dented dud-bludger in her arms, a vial of polyjuice in her bag, and one of Faith's knickers in her pocket. And yes, she was late. But only because she had to find the right shade of lipstick to mark the pants with. Important. As she walked into the scene before her, she felt a strange fog set over. A figurative fog, that is. She sidled up next to her blonde and wrapped her arms around the girl in embrace. "It's going to be okay." __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Lemon!