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Wood'sLittleFlower · 06-07-2020, 05:03 AM

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Originally Posted by Kimothy

Cassidy was tired, and that was almost a weird word to describe such a vibrant redheaded girl. A lot of factors were in play right now, especially with this entire magical lockdown being the biggest factor of all, but they collectively have given her a good cry once in a while. For someone who prides herself of good stamina, one can only take so much of the sniffing and deep breaths. The "ghosts" were also a little weird, but she kinda thought it was normal. Her parents told her about them, but it didn't occur to her that those ghosts weren't the ghosts. Still, they were weird.

Not that she's had enough hugs from her dorm mates and her friends, but Cassidy needed time to take a breather too. Quite a literal one too. The lioness, in a very casual no-brainer set of clothes, made her way out of her common room and was almost on her way to the grounds when...she realised she didn't want to be out there today. Since the storm that prevented them from heading home, she was a bit sulky about it. So no, she's avoiding the outdoors.

Again, so weird of her.

That was when she saw the broom cupboard and, usually, she wouldn't want to be in there. It's not the pitch, but it's as close as it could get. Cassidy rubbed one of her eyes as she reached out to tug the cupboard door open, ready to welcome solitude—

"Oh." She blinked. ".....Finny?" Cassidy was taken aback. Was this cupboard occupied already?

Crying hurt.

It made it hard to breathe. And... well... the dust sure wasn't helping. But not only that, tears always gave him a headache. Was it cause he was dehydrated? 'Cause the tears were taking away his body water? He wasn't sure.... But it made sense to him.

After a few more moments in silence with his tears, he looked around for something to wipe up his snotty nose (his sleeve was NOT an option, thank you) but was unsuccessful in his hunt. Guh. Snotty nose, snotty throat, weird Finn throat talky noises. Guh uhg.

And it was then, fully ugly (sorta) post cry face as tears were still coming but in much smaller waves now, that the door swung open. Which nearly gave Finn a heart attack. The backlighting on the figure was scary enough to make him believe the ghost had come for revenge. "It's not your bed anymore! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... We-We can share!"

WIBBLE. wibble wibble.

Oh... Wait.

"C-Cassidy....?"

06-07-2020, 05:03 AM	#13 (permalink)
Wood'sLittleFlower DMLE & DMAC Mooncalf Join Date: Jan 2010 Location: Pawnee Posts: 7,953 Hogwarts RPG Name: Brooks Robertser Gryffindor Third Year	Ern's Walmart Greeter Quote: Originally Posted by Kimothy Cassidy was tired, and that was almost a weird word to describe such a vibrant redheaded girl. A lot of factors were in play right now, especially with this entire magical lockdown being the biggest factor of all, but they collectively have given her a good cry once in a while. For someone who prides herself of good stamina, one can only take so much of the sniffing and deep breaths. The "ghosts" were also a little weird, but she kinda thought it was normal. Her parents told her about them, but it didn't occur to her that those ghosts weren't the ghosts. Still, they were weird. Not that she's had enough hugs from her dorm mates and her friends, but Cassidy needed time to take a breather too. Quite a literal one too. The lioness, in a very casual no-brainer set of clothes, made her way out of her common room and was almost on her way to the grounds when...she realised she didn't want to be out there today. Since the storm that prevented them from heading home, she was a bit sulky about it. So no, she's avoiding the outdoors. Again, so weird of her. That was when she saw the broom cupboard and, usually, she wouldn't want to be in there. It's not the pitch, but it's as close as it could get. Cassidy rubbed one of her eyes as she reached out to tug the cupboard door open, ready to welcome solitude— "Oh." She blinked. ".....Finny?" Cassidy was taken aback. Was this cupboard occupied already? Crying hurt. It made it hard to breathe. And... well... the dust sure wasn't helping. But not only that, tears always gave him a headache. Was it cause he was dehydrated? 'Cause the tears were taking away his body water? He wasn't sure.... But it made sense to him. After a few more moments in silence with his tears, he looked around for something to wipe up his snotty nose (his sleeve was NOT an option, thank you) but was unsuccessful in his hunt. Guh. Snotty nose, snotty throat, weird Finn throat talky noises. Guh uhg. And it was then, fully ugly (sorta) post cry face as tears were still coming but in much smaller waves now, that the door swung open. Which nearly gave Finn a heart attack. The backlighting on the figure was scary enough to make him believe the ghost had come for revenge. "It's not your bed anymore! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... We-We can share!" WIBBLE. wibble wibble. Oh... Wait. "C-Cassidy....?" __________________ 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