 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
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Originally Posted by SarcasticStrawberry  Maisey had finally gotten to the point where she was pretty confident in getting herself around the castle without getting lost. Now she could walk around and take in everything around her. The statues on the upper floors were very interesting, also she could talk to the portraits on the staircase and corridors. How cool was that? Her brothers and sisters would be so jealous but also they would love it here. She frowned to herself knowing that she probably would never get to really share this part of her life with her siblings.
Anyway…
Where was that fruit bowl painting? She seen it the other day. She just passed it and didn’t get a chance to really look at it. Someone was standing there in front of it reaching for the pear. Which was bizarre to her. Maybe they were reaching up to take one to eat? This was a magical school, where she was pretty sure anything could happen. So why not a fruit bowl painting that you can take a piece and to eat. Finally after wandering around she found the painting, someone was there again. With a grin ”Are you hungry too?” She walked up to the boy Wiley? If she remembered right. She reached up to take a banana.
Ohhhh that definitely wasn’t the kind of painting she thought it was. She jerked her hand back, took a step back embarrassed and put her arms behind her back.
Wiley still hadn't found the fruit bowl painting yet so he was surprised when he was approached by a girl his age asking if he was hungry. "Huh?" Why yes he was hungry, which was why he was looking for the kitchens, and he was just about to answer her when she reached past him.
He turned to look. "Oh! Is that the painting?" Wiley stared at for a moment. How had he missed it? But he was pretty sure that was the painting that was the entrance for the kitchens. And now he needed to make a mental note and remember which corridor it was to be sure that he remembered which one it was.
"Which fruit did you tickle?" he asked the girl, thinking that was what she had tried to do, unaware that she was trying to pull a piece of fruit out of the painting. "I can't remember which one it's supposed to be." And maybe she didn't know either since whichever one she did seemed to be the wrong one. Maybe they could figure it out together.
__________________ started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________
______________________don't you worry I'll be fine
_________________________________________________you were good for the plot line |