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astrocat · 08-27-2021, 12:46 PM

SPOILER!!: Bella

Ash tilted her head. Was she nice? Not really. Was she likable? Apparently. Was she an arsonist? Sorta... yeah. There was lots of technical stuff that made it not her fault, but she had definitely started a fire with the intent of destroying stuff. Also, what did she do in the evil daydream simulation? She burned down the house. “Not legally, maybe.” And Bella was free to use whichever interpretation she liked, although Ash would always see herself as an arsonist. Sure she was possessed, but she wondered if maybe she only got possessed because she was weak. And the other incident only happened in her head, but that was fully her fault. She liked fire.

Yeah, sure, whatever.” She held out her hand. “Let’s pinky promise. That’s like an unbreakable vow. I don’t even want to tell anyone. You’re my friend, so I don’t even want to hurt you a little tiny bit.” And what was the point of telling? Hurt two of her friends??? Make herself look bad??? Tell everyone something that they probably should have figured out themselves??? Nah. Plus, Ash liked having more information than everyone else.

She looked out the window uncomfortably. “I don’t know. I liked them. I wish they didn’t leave. But now that they’re gone... I can’t bring myself to care very much, not when they’re probably perfectly happy to never see me again.” What was the point of missing people? They were dead, gone, and/or hoping to never see you again. They wouldn’t miss you. Why care? Because you loved them. NO. No no no no no. No. Ash didn’t miss anyone. She didn’t care. Not even a little bit. No. She wouldn’t let herself care. ANYWAY.

You should write your diaries in code.”

08-27-2021, 12:46 PM	#7 (permalink)
astrocat Puffskein Join Date: Jul 2020 Location: New York City Posts: 2,145 Hogwarts RPG Name: Brandon Fox Hufflepuff Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Phoebe Calypso [s]Dupont[/s] Slytherin Fifth Year	Which came first, the phoenix or the flame? SPOILER!!: Bella Quote: Originally Posted by Nordic Witch Bella scooted backwards against the compartment seat, kicking off her shoes and pulling her legs up under her on the cushioned seat. Pulling her journal up to her chest she said slowly but firmly, looking across the compartment at Ashley. "Stop saying that about yourself Ashley! You are a good and likeable person. I know you aren’t an arsonist." Why the lies? It was just the two of them there and the door was shut so nobody could hear them unless they had extendable ears, and they weren’t allowed on the train. They were friends, they had connected after that near life and death experience a few years back. Taking a long breath, she said quietly as she met Ashley’s eyes. "You have to promise to not tell anyone that I’m in love with Apollo. I do not want to be the centre of the gossip talk of the feast." That’d be so horrible and would make her wish she could sink into the floor and disappear. "Are you going to miss any of the professors that left?" Ash tilted her head. Was she nice? Not really. Was she likable? Apparently. Was she an arsonist? Sorta... yeah. There was lots of technical stuff that made it not her fault, but she had definitely started a fire with the intent of destroying stuff. Also, what did she do in the evil daydream simulation? She burned down the house. “Not legally, maybe.” And Bella was free to use whichever interpretation she liked, although Ash would always see herself as an arsonist. Sure she was possessed, but she wondered if maybe she only got possessed because she was weak. And the other incident only happened in her head, but that was fully her fault. She liked fire. Yeah, sure, whatever.” She held out her hand. “Let’s pinky promise. That’s like an unbreakable vow. I don’t even want to tell anyone. You’re my friend, so I don’t even want to hurt you a little tiny bit.” And what was the point of telling? Hurt two of her friends??? Make herself look bad??? Tell everyone something that they probably should have figured out themselves??? Nah. Plus, Ash liked having more information than everyone else. She looked out the window uncomfortably. “I don’t know. I liked them. I wish they didn’t leave. But now that they’re gone... I can’t bring myself to care very much, not when they’re probably perfectly happy to never see me again.” What was the point of missing people? They were dead, gone, and/or hoping to never see you again. They wouldn’t miss you. Why care? Because you loved them. NO. No no no no no. No. Ash didn’t miss anyone. She didn’t care. Not even a little bit. No. She wouldn’t let herself care. ANYWAY. You should write your diaries in code.”