Snow Miser | Munchy | Molly Hooper | T | Hey, you | Phantom | Mrs. Chris Evans | Brat Pack | Tristalen
Alex was walking down the first floor corridor, not really paying attention to where she was going, but her natural veela grace kept her from running into things, or tripping over them.
A far off look was in her gray eyes, and she was absentmindedly twilling a piece of her white blonde hair around her finger as she walked. Her other hand strayed down to her blue skinny jeans, smoothing a non existent wrinkle from them.
When had this year gotten hard? Why was it so hard to hide who she was? Surely other people glowed slightly? Right? Or was it just her. She sighed and stopped by a window to look out at the lake. No one could find out.. No one.
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