05-23-2019, 09:25 PM
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| Mooncalf
Join Date: Jan 2010 Location: Pawnee
Posts: 7,950
Hogwarts RPG Name:
Brooks Robertser
Gryffindor Fourth Year |  Ern's Walmart Greeter
Too many yawns meant tears. Do you know what tears mean?
Tears meant running mascara. And Delilah Malea Biala could not be seen with black streaks down her cheeks. No way.
Quickly, she scurried down the hall, avoiding eye contact with anyone nearby hoping to find a bathroom. Being a new fifth year still, she was only really aware of... maybe... two bathrooms? Neither of which were on this floor. Luckily enough, something reflective caught her eye. Her eyes lifted as a bit of a cold breeze scraped her shoulders, gaze finding the ornate frame.
PERFECT.
Except.. not at all. As she came face to face with the thing, she realized that this was hardly a mirror at all.
Cue the loud over-exaggerated groaning.
__________________ back on your feet again, lift your head, hold it_h i g h______________________________________________
_____________you wanna run it back but you can't turn the time, you start to feel like you're losing your shine
__________________________________but the grass ain't always greener on the_o t h e r_ s i d e |
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