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Post by jacquelynchaput on Jul 3, 2008 10:27:31 GMT -5
Jax had just the day before gotten out of the hospital wing, knowing that for Valentine’s day, she had to be out. It was close, but it left her without any time to find anything to wear that wasn’t embarrassing or too girly. All except a… it was horrible, something she had finally settled on wearing that should have been burned the day her grandmother had sent it to her. She didn’t even know how to wear a…!!! At least she could claim delirium… but besides her school uniforms, Jax didn’t have anything nice to wear to a dance. Her clothes were dingy, a bit ratty, and of course this piece wasn’t…. Jax didn’t wear dresses… EVER[/I][/url]!!! But she couldn’t let Snake down, so she had to go and Jax knew she had to look extra good because she had looked just awful due to her sickness. Jax was at a loss, and as she managed… Merlin only knew how she achieved that one…. to get into the dress, she looked at herself in the mirror and shook her head. And the dress… didn’t even match the occasion… at least her pendant that Snake gave her matched. Sighing, Jax felt like crying for once in her life. She looked horrible, like what She looked horrid… and really girly and she hated it. She spiked up her hair, and could really do nothing else… oh, how embarrassing! Walking down to the great hall, Jax didn’t look at anyone. Maybe they wouldn’t notice it was her? When she finally reached where Snake was standing, she tried to smile and not blush, but her face was so red with humiliation. It was probably the only thing about her that matched the holiday. However, Snake on the other hand… Darned out with rose earrings in her ears and her belly button, and even red lipstick and great clothes… Jax never felt more out of place. She gave Snake a small smile and held out her hand for her girlfriend to take. “Don’t say a word…” Jax threatened jokingly, as the dress swayed at her knees. “Like seriously… not only is it horrible, it’s not even red or anything…” Jax looked away from Snake and shook her head, her small frame looking a bit more fragile than ever due to her recent sickness.
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Connor Manning
Head Boy
Slytherin Seventh Year Quidditch Captain
something in the way
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Post by Connor Manning on Jul 3, 2008 11:38:28 GMT -5
Connor didn’t know exactly why he was at the dance. It was for Valentine’s Day, meaning it might just be a bit of social suicide if he went alone. He felt queasy from the moment he woke up that morning, not wanting to go to the event, but still feeling the urge to do so anyway. It was an argument he mulled over with himself all day. If he went, he might run into Celina. There were good and possibly very bad things that could come from that. He didn’t want to cause a scene with her in front of the entire school, he wanted to talk to her instead.
As the Slytherin paced around his dorm, his hand touched lightly to the back of his head, where his wound was healing nicely. He had been told there might be a small scar, but who would see it anyway? He tried to make a list of Pros and Cons of why he should and should not go. Pros being that some of his friends were bound to be there, and he was sure not everyone at Hogwarts was coupled up despite the holiday. Plus, it might be a good opportunity to meet some new friends. He hadn’t suggested the idea of going to the dance with Celina because there was too much going on at the moment. He had wanted to, but every time he thought about walking up to her and asking, he could remember the stinging feeling her hand and shame overtook him.
Cons. He could run into Celina, have no one to hang out, look stupid because he was the only guy there without a date.
Both lists continued on, but in the end he decided that if it got too bothersome to stay, he could always just leave. And if no one was there for him to hang out with, he could go out to the courtyard and just sit for a while.
He didn’t want to get too dressed up like usual, so he opted out of wearing a tie along with his deep red long sleeved dress shirt, leaving the top couple of buttons unbuttoned so he didn’t feel too suffocated. As he made his way up to the Great Hall, Connor rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, not feeling particularly formal. He had at least taken care to tuck in his shirt, sporting a black leather belt to match his pressed black slacks and similar colored shoes. He took a look down at his appearance, deciding that he didn’t have to get dressed up for anything or anyone too much, so his semi-formal look would have to do.
He stood at the entrance of the Great Hall that was currently serving as the dance hall. It looked nice, in a girly, Valentine’s Day sort of way. Connor spotted a couple of people he knew and gave his greeting in form of a small wave and a smile but didn’t bother to walk over quite yet.
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Damian Piper
Wizard
Recent Graduate
Everything has a price, and mine is much higher than yours.[on:I win][of:You lose]
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Post by Damian Piper on Jul 3, 2008 19:26:25 GMT -5
Deny. Deny. Deny. No, he didn't really want to be here and while not showing up to a formal school affair would be a rather nice slap to the face of his father, his father couldn't see it so really neither mattered. He didn't care he was dateless, he didn't care that several girls - including one lone first year whom he had to give credit for guts - had asked him, in truth he just didn't care. Not about anyone, not about anything, and while many people had tried to expand his empathy skills at some point over the course of the year; the only thing they seemed to provoke was his narcissism to come out and tell them to sod off somewhere rather unpleasant. He hated all giddy and gutless people who thought themselves perfect, thought themselves equal. It was pretty ironic really since it seemed almost everyone within this school was either one or the other and none of them truly equal to anyone else. Everyone was dressing fancy, trying to match with someone else, abandoning themselves for the sake of another...was the entire planet really this pathetic beneath their surface skins? Yes he knew all about Valentine's Day and what it stood for and the love and compassion everyone was supposed to show but wasn't there a way to do that without anyone having to sacrifice a thing? Perhaps that was why he was here, dateless, and outright uncaring about that fact. True he was dressed to impress, but that was nothing new either. Damian Piper had managed what he didn't see was so impossible or out of reach to anyone else, to come to a formal affair exactly as himself and change absolutely nothing for anyone's benefit. Although; if some of these people remained exactly as themselves and hadn't squandered money together from the far reaches of the earth for a dress or robes or jewelry they would only wear once...this would be a rather shoddy looking affair now wouldn't it? Now from where he was presently, that being the second-floor landing of the Grand Staircase, he couldn't really see anyone decently unless they happened by him but he knew how it worked. People with nothing were just naturally predictable, who really wasn't predictable in some form or another? No doubt the night would be boring, and he would walk away with exactly what he started: Everything and yet nothing.
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Post by "Snake" Lilly Kirve on Jul 3, 2008 19:43:07 GMT -5
Snake did not have long to wait, soon she saw Jax. As she watched her come closer she became fiercely worried that her face was so red because she was still ill but when she spoke she realized with relief that she was just embarrassed. She grinned reassuringly and happily at the Ravenclaw.
"Well, I could dump the punch bowl over your head if you'd like." Snake said with a smirk then took her outstretched hand and kissed it softly. "But it might mess up your hair." She tugged at her hand and pulled her into a hug. "Show off you house pride and stop worrying, you look amazing." And she did look great, she had never seen Jax in a dress before and she defiantly did not look bad it in. She pulled away from her and tugged her into the Great Hall. She paused just inside the doors, not sure if Jax would rather go and sit down or start dancing. Personally she wanted to dance just as soon as the band struck up a song, but she wasn't sure if the younger girl was up for it.
"So, what do you want to start with? Dying your dress with the punch?" She asked laughingly.
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Drew Thornton
Ministry of Magic
Auror-in-Training
I didn't do it and you can't prove otherwise...
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Post by Drew Thornton on Jul 3, 2008 20:21:27 GMT -5
The hall was filling up and Drew really didn't want an audience for his present to her, so he was relieved that she seemed to let him off the hook for the moment. His face flushed at her kiss and he gave an embarassed smile as he opened the box.
Inside were the chocolates, something he knew they both liked, each one a different shape. "Will you share with me?" he asked, thinking they could enjoy them now. As much as he wanted to save and cherish them, he didn't think they'd do so well in his pocket for the night. Besides, he had her letter to keep.
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Jul 3, 2008 23:27:36 GMT -5
Watching his face turn colour, she smiled and danced on spot with a giggle. With his gift open, she waited for his reaction, glad he didn't seem disappointed in her gift. The year before he told her guys weren't supposed to get gifts, but she didn't think that sounded right and wanted him to have a gift from her. So, she opted to go for a subtle gift, one that wasn't expensive nor extremely gift-gift like, just a small token.
"They're yours though," she told him. However, she didn't mind if he really wanted to share with her. They did look awfully good when she peered into the box when he looked. "But if you want me to have one...I will..." smiling up at him, she crinkled her nose. "And we do have to get in to the dance so we can see everyone. And so we can hurry up and I can have my gift."
While she was curious, she'd never push to leave the dance early or anything, but she did want to know what he had for her.
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Drew Thornton
Ministry of Magic
Auror-in-Training
I didn't do it and you can't prove otherwise...
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Post by Drew Thornton on Jul 4, 2008 0:34:50 GMT -5
He wanted to get into the dance as well, not only to enjoy the music and have a legitimate excusxe to hold her close in public, but also because once they made a quick appearance, he could realisitically suggest they take a break and go for a walk outside.
"We'll share," he answered, smiling at her happy dance, knowing she got that from him, and loving it. He took one of the candies, a heart shaped one and took a bite into the cream. Vanilla. His favorite. With a wide grin and doing his own happy dance, he offered the rest to her, holding it out so she could take the last bite.
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Post by Jeremy Taylor on Jul 4, 2008 0:54:40 GMT -5
Jeremy wasn't sure why he was there at the dance. His two best friends... his only friends... probably wouldn't come, he hated dancing, and he most certainly wasn't anybody's Valentine.
In all honesty, Jeremy thought the whole holiday was stupid. If you were so in love, then why the heck did you need a day to remember it? Shouldn't you love them the whole year? And then there was his situation. The whole day was a reminder that no one loved him.
Not that he wanted anyone to love him, or course. That was for those stuck up guys like Jethro or those silly kissy girls like Maddy or Claire.
Or that red-headed girl that was in some of his classes. Jeremy was pretty sure she was one of those silly kissy girls... and even if she wasn't, there was no way he'd like anyone like that. No way! She was soooooo obnoxious and he wanted to stay as far away from her as possible. Her and her bright red hair that reminded him of the sun setting over the beach back home. Yeah, he hated her.
He wandered towards the snack table, started munching on a cookie, and wondered if that stupid red-headed girl would ever show up.
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Celina Jedynak
Ravenclaw
Seventh year
Because it just took time, before a bird's wings could heal again.
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Post by Celina Jedynak on Jul 4, 2008 10:43:42 GMT -5
There was absolutely, positively, no reason to attend the Valentine’s Day dance. Absolutely none. Celina knew that there was piles of homework she needed to catch up on due to her week and a half of being out of classes, and she knew that Alfonz would be too busy chaperoning the even to actually hang out with… it was ridiculous and foolish to even think about wanting to go. And yet, Celina Jedynak did think about it, and she did want to go. Why? She didn’t know, but as she stood in front of the mirror in the Ravenclaw bathroom, looking at herself in her red dress that she’d picked out for the occasion, she made sure that nothing was flawed and that she at least looked presentable to be at the event. Presentable enough even to be at the event alone. Celina wasn’t that off that she didn’t remember what the holiday was actually for in the modern times. Love and candies, presents and times spent with loved ones… the dance would be filled with couples and they’d all be over each other, sending goggly eyes and giggling and having a wonderful time as a pair. It was almost asking to be laughed at, or stared at constantly to be going alone… and yet, Celina almost wondered if anyone would have time to do such a thing if everyone was with someone. Connor flashed in her mind, and without though, Celina began to stroke the silver unicorn pendant that she wore around her neck pretty much every day. It calmed her to have it, for some odd reason, and it matched most of her clothing. Would Connor be there? With someone? Celina wouldn’t doubt it, for she liked him, and there was no telling how many others were after him. She wanted to throw up, her nerves agitating her stomach that much. This was just like one of her father’s functions… almost like the pureblood ball… that event only gave her nightmares to remember. Sighing, for she forgot to breath in her thoughts, she shook her head, her done up hair not moving too much for the only locks of hair hanging down were two strands, curled and framing her face nicely. She had to go. If anything, she could leave after she made an appearance, but until then Celina knew that she at least had to put a smile on her face and grit her teeth. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to go… she just was afraid of what she’d find. Everything had gone so astray in the last month… who was to say that this event would be any different? Walking down the flights of stairs from the Ravenclaw tower, her dress hung just above the floor, swaying ever so gently back with the Raven girls own natural sway. It felt weird, walking down the stairs alone, going to an event that was purely made up for couples and people in love. Celina just wanted to turn around, her stomach churned and continued to do so. It didn’t stop either as she saw someone on the second floor, right before the stairs, that she wasn’t sure if she really wanted to see. The fact that she continued to wear his necklace made her slightly guilty, but she really did like it. However, she had to smirk to herself. He was dressed up, and on the second floor. If he was gong to the dance, the Slytherin was obviously lost and it made Celina internally giggle. He thought he was so… ugh. Celina’s plan was to just walk on by, but the fact that there was no way to do so without her being seen, Celina knew she had to get in the first word. If she didn’t, the guy would comment on something and she just wasn’t in the mood. And she couldn’t help but have something pop into her mind that just needed to be said. Her lips turned up as she stopped in front of the boy, and just shook her head, looking as if she was completely disappointed in him. Looking him up and down, her eyes met his and she sighed. “Have you lost your way, Piper? Or is it that you’ve just lost your rats?” she asked, trying not to laugh at herself… ( Dress #1Dress #2Dress #3))
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Sophia Crawford
Gryffindor Prefect
Seventh Year
fearless[on:On.][of:Off.]
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Post by Sophia Crawford on Jul 4, 2008 12:10:30 GMT -5
Far be it from Sophia to not go to a party, and on Valentine's Day nevertheless. She knew that she didn't have anyone to go with, and she doubted that anyone she knew would be there, but what would it hurt? Why not? She realized that it was no time to be shy, and donned her green dress for the occasion. She figured that red would be much too cliché. What was she even going to do at this party? Would she end up lonely and awkward in some corner while swarms of couples milled around? Ugh. I hate not knowing people. She thought as she ran her fingers through her wavy hair. She walked through the corridors feeling a bit out of place. Her black heels clicked on the floor as she looked around the hallway, seeing if anyone she knew was walking towards the dance. She realized that she was throwing herself into a jungle of people she wouldn't know, people who probably wouldn't even realize that she walked into the room. Of course there was the off-chance that she would meet a boy she liked, but that was too much to expect. Sophia had thrown other Valentine's Day parties in the past, but that was with people she knew, people who actually liked her. It's probably best that I go, but... She entered the party and looked around. ...but I doubt I'll like it.
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Emeric Troy III
Slytherin
Fifth Year
go for it [on:Real][of:Fake]
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Post by Emeric Troy III on Jul 4, 2008 17:17:39 GMT -5
It was Valentine’s Day, a day of love and lust and infatuation and want. It was a day to be remembered for most, forgotten for some. For Emeric, it was just another day. That was, until the night rolled around. He had made sure to send for one of his best tuxedos, wanting to get a bit dressed up for this event. He wanted to look as good as he felt as he walked down to the Great Hall for the dance, anticipating seeing Matty there. Sure, they were still keeping everything hush hush, especially with the random appearance of Lavinia Cross at Hogwarts, but Em was excited to see the Hufflepuff girl all the same. He hoped he could steal her off to the courtyard for just a bit to talk. He had already given her his present that morning after receiving hers for him. He had been going to wait until the night came along, but he then realized that if he wanted her to wear it tonight, he should really give it to her before hand. He had wrapped it into a small box with a little not that said in his tidy scrawl, ‘ Happy Valentine’s day – E ’ He had picked out the orange pinkish colored hemp necklace because he wanted it to match the girl’s dress. He hoped it did, because he had gone to some lengths just to get the necklace and bracelet for her. He looked at the pen, a very nice pen at that, and slipped it into the pocket of his tux before he left. Walking down to the Great Hall Emeric passed by several people. A few he knew, others he didn’t care for too much. He smiled at a couple of them, but then, from across the room he spotted Matty. It was a typical cliché moment, his heart stopped just slightly as he looked at her. She looked stunning. He casually made his way across the hall, standing behind Matty he said, “ Well, well, well, Miss Wentworth. “ His face displayed a smirk, but inside he was grinning.
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Post by Matilda Wentworth on Jul 4, 2008 20:39:02 GMT -5
The gift that Em had sent her for Valentines day may not have been made from the finest gold, or the most expensive jewels, but it was a treasure in Matty's eyes. Although she did have a few bits and pieces made from silver and gold, the teenager was very fond of simple muggle trinkets, such as beaded, leather or braided bracelets, and so the his present to her hadn't been a disappointment. Of course, anything that the boy would have given her would have been treasured, but this in particular suited her likings very much. Pinkish orange hemp, twisted and twined, threated with a few beads matched her dress somewhat perfectly. Matty had worn both to the dance, the bracelet fitting just the right place on her wrist, the necklace hanging comfortably, dipping around her collar-bone line.
As she waited for something to happen, or rather, someone to show up, the teenager fiddled with the bracelet on her wrist. She was eagerly looking forward to seeing him, even though she wouldn't be showing so to anyone else. Then, after a few minutes of gazing absently at the decorations around her, the girl heard a voice from behind. "Well, well, well, Miss Wentworth." Like she had experienced the last time they had hung out, a wave of butterflies plunge through Matty's stomach. A smile slided its way onto her face, as the girl spun on her heel, come face to face with Emeric Troy.
"Fancy seeing you here, Mister Troy," she said lightly, noticing the smirk she had become so accustom to over the past few months. The girl's green eyes surveyed the boy, dressed rather grandly in his tuxedo. She resisted the urge to grin at him. "Don't you look dashing." Matty said smoothly, after having glanced around to make sure no one was in ear shot. It was wonderful to be able to see Em, and in such an environment that they could be seen together, and simply passed off as friends.
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Damian Piper
Wizard
Recent Graduate
Everything has a price, and mine is much higher than yours.[on:I win][of:You lose]
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Post by Damian Piper on Jul 4, 2008 22:42:37 GMT -5
One couple, another couple, and still another made their way slowly and yet purposely to the festivities that lay two floors below. All putting as much distance as possible between themselves and him as though he was some sort of plague or perhaps something worse, spilled punch capable of producing permanent stains. They were all so uninteresting, all so predictably attached and...lovey...and yet that still wasn't the worst part. The worst part was that all of them were going to stay in this love-locked state for the next several days making most all of them immune to any and all taunting and badgering. And then suddenly right in his face there were eyes of brown and hair the same, accompanied by a voice he thought he'd never here on it's own more than that one lone time.
"Have you lost your way, Piper? Or is it that you’ve just lost your rats?"
It was quite possibly the last person he expected to see, and certainly one of the last to happen by him without a third arm attached. Celina Jednyak, Hogwart's pureblood kitten, trying to play tiger and going un-escorted to a formal affair? None of what he was currently seeing added up in any mathematical equation. The only one that really made sense was that she didn't know what she was supposed to do with herself and sadly that last equation was very believable.
"Lost? No I've a perfect view, but you're -" He paused as a glint from her collarbone caught his eye, a glint he recognized with surprisingly little effort. He'd expected her to have tossed the necklace by now, sold it...given it away...something other than what he was seeing. Really, he didn't personally care what she did with the thing but the last thing he'd expected was for her to keep it and wear it
"...but you're wearing it..."
Was she taunting him? Had she finally actually grown a backbone and felt the need to prove it to him for some twisted (but amusing) reason?
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Jul 4, 2008 23:30:20 GMT -5
"All right," Felicity answered him with a small smile. She liked chocolate as much as the next girl, and she couldn't remember a time she'd turned Drew down for chocolate. Food, once in a while, but never chocolate, it tasted too good to turn down. Seeing his smile when he bit into the sweet, she clapped her hands together excitedly. So far, good, he enjoyed the piece. And when he offered the rest of it out to her, she leaned in to take the last bit left, savouring the flavour. It really was nice, a little rich, but good all the same. After all, Honedukes only seemed to sell the best of the best.
"Mmmm," she hummed, showing her enjoyment of the taste. "I like that." Glancing around, she saw a couple faces she recognized entering the Great Hall or just lingering outside of it. "Can we go in?" she asked, unable to wait to dance with him. While she had no rhythm, she knew he did and liked when he danced with her.
However, after a moment of looking at everyone else, she realized how underdressed she was. Every girl seemed to be in beautiful dresses, she was in pants and a sweater.
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Celina Jedynak
Ravenclaw
Seventh year
Because it just took time, before a bird's wings could heal again.
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Post by Celina Jedynak on Jul 5, 2008 0:31:17 GMT -5
As soon as she had said anything, Celina could feel Damian’s green eyes judging her every movement, her every essence. He was trying to uncover her intentions, when Celina would have argued that he should have known that she didn’t have any. If anyone had to be worried of intentions, it should have been her about him, and why he was on the second floor, rather than the ground floor. Her face turned away from him just briefly as she became slightly anxious about what she had said. Celina hated to be judged… or rather, she hated anyone who knew the truth she hated to admit to even her own self. Her fingers found their way slowly and gracefully to the pendant around her neck where she entangled her fingers in the chain gently. Again, she didn’t even think about what she was doing, and when he began to speak to answer her, Celina’s dark eyes drifted back to his green ones.
Lost? No I've a perfect view, but you're –
Perfect view? Of what? Celina looked around and waited for the end of the statement she knew Damian had to think hard about before he even said half the time to make just perfect, and yet…at first, nothing came. Celina looked at him, waiting for what he wanted to say. She smirked, wondering if she’d really made him speechless. Such a pureblood would never be speechless, or at least he’d never admit to it… but there he was standing in front of her as if he’d seen something… wait… what was he looking at? Celina dropped her hand from her necklace and hugged herself slightly, his look making her a bit nervous.
Damian looked shocked, to say the least.
…but you’re wearing it…
Celina at first had no idea what Damian was talking about. The Slytherin Prefect had absolutely confused her, and her expression said so. “What?” she whispered, looking around as a couple passing actually noticed the two of them speaking. Celina slightly glared at the passer bys, but said nothing still trying to think of what the green-eyed boy was speaking of. What was she wea…Celina couldn’t help but slightly gasp, covering her mouth as she did so.
Celina cleared her throat and bashfully turned away, her body facing the stairs as if she were to walk down them, continuing her journey toward the Great Hall to face her social embarrassment. It was bad enough at her father’s functions when she could hardly dance, and no one wanted to even match with her to begin with, but going alone to something she knew she shouldn’t be? It was social suicide, even more so than what Celina had already been through, but the heat in her cheeks told the dark haired raven girl that she may have already done something even worse.
Her face turned just slightly, her eyes looking the Slytherin over once more as she tried to shrug nonchalant like. What did it matter that she wore the necklace? “Well… it’s real…” Celina started, her eyes looking over the boy again. She needed something to say… anything at all. Celina felt as if she needed to defend her self; defend why she had held on to the necklace so long. But what came out of her mouth… was never what she had expected fully. “Don’t tell me you’ve nothing kept of value to remember what worth really is. Damian…” she paused looking down the stairs and remembering everything…
…her friends, her brother, Connor, trying to figure out what was worth what and who was worth how much to her… Her eyes burned slightly, knowing that she really couldn’t face those she wanted to, or those she needed to talk to. Who could understand her? Was there no one? She looked back to Damian and scoffed slightly. “…or have you grown soft? That’s almost…” Celina thought of the right word. What would her brother use? What would he say if he was against someone with wits? “…cute,” she finished, almost gagging at herself. Celina always felt annoyed with Piper or anyone like him around… pointing out things he had no right knowing… and yet understanding, without even knowing the entire truth.
But this time, she’d shown him. It didn’t matter. She was her own person! She’d shown them, as well… shown them all… hadn’t she? Celina’s frustrations told her otherwise…. She looked back at the stairs, debating her entrance. Celina didn’t want to go without knowing what was going to happen… she couldn’t.
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