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Post by Annabelle "Star" Percy. on Jun 13, 2007 15:20:55 GMT -5
Anna burst into the girls washroom, picking up some thoughts that made her extremely angry. She needed to be some where she could scream on the top of her lungs and throw a tantrum, looking around the washroom, there seemed to be no body, walking pat a mirror she caught her reflection. Calming down a bit she studied her face, was she really that pretty. Her life was practically falling a part, expressly after everything that happened in the last couple of days. And that letter that she had received from her family, made her even madder, and finally she could let it all out, maybe if there was a certain person, she could take it out on them, but she didn't even know if this was true or not, she was still learning how to use her powers each day.
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Emily Drake
Gryffindor
Keeper & Empath, Weaver
My Knight in Shining Armor turned out to be a Looser in Aluminum Foil
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Post by Emily Drake on Jun 13, 2007 18:41:35 GMT -5
Emily was walking down the corridor near the girls bathroom. She still wasn't sure about the whole weaver thing. She sighed and out of curiosity, lifted her barriors to see if anyone was near by. If she felt their emotions, she would be able to tell. The moment she dropped her barriors she had many strong feelings smack into her. There was anger, and hatred, and so much sadness that it made her want to cry! A tear fell down her cheek and she took a deep breath, pausing in the corridor.
She knew it was comming from the girls bathroom, she just wasn't so sure of who it was. Closing her eyes, she mixed her powers and looked for a color... mint green. She opened her eyes. She knew that pretty color all to well: it was Anna. She made her way to the door, pausing slightly before deciding to open it. She wasn't sure if Anna would be unhappy if she came in. In this mood, who knew what she would do... to Emily, it felt like someone was stabbing her in the chest. She couldn't imagine how she would react if they were her own feelings. Well, technically they are, seeing as I can feel them. If I was in this situation, I would want a friend. Emily nodded to herself, as if confirming the idea and walked into the bathroom.
Anna was standing at the mirror with her pretty mint aura darkened and pulled tightly into her face. She looked at her friend with empathy and walked over, slowly, as if approaching a wild animal. As much as her head cried out for her to block Anna's feelings, her heart refused to comply.
"Anna," she asked timidly, "What happened? You can tell me." she walked over, hugging her slightly taller friend.
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