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Post by Adela Meliflua on Jan 10, 2008 16:34:36 GMT
Adela turned her head back to look at the girl. 'She loves the rain?' She thought, raising one eye-brow.
Rachella was obviously not Adela's usual type of company, her cohorts preferring the sun and electro music - certainly none of them liked the rain! But at least the younger girl shared her hatred of Muggles, that was something they had in common.
"You have to be careful who you say things like that to, you know." Adela offered her a warning. "Especially at Hogwarts, they don't stand for talk like that. You can only share your real thoughts about Muggles and the like within the confines of the Slytherin dungeon."
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Rachella Benitte
After a year in therapy, My Psychiatrist said to me "maybe life isn't for everyone."
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Post by Rachella Benitte on Jan 11, 2008 1:35:23 GMT
Rachella turned to Adela "Really, well Thanks. "Turning back to the window and watch the rain. Wishing that she could go out there and standing in it. Feeling the droplets roll down her skin. Washing away everything, all her emotions; just to feel those water spits. To be soaked to the bone of cold water.
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Post by Adela Meliflua on Jan 13, 2008 21:53:47 GMT
Adela watched the other girl for a while as she stared out of the window, wondering what was going through her head.
Then she got out her make-up bag and began meticulously applying her make-up, careful not to step over the "natural look" mark that was the school rule. At Hogwarts she would be able to apply her make-up with just a few flicks of her wand, but Adela wouldn't do that. Even when she was allowed, unless she was in a rush, Adela would apply her make-up manually, enjoying looking at herself in the mirror.
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Rachella Benitte
After a year in therapy, My Psychiatrist said to me "maybe life isn't for everyone."
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Post by Rachella Benitte on Jan 16, 2008 0:20:25 GMT
Rachella sat looking out into the window. Out of the corner of her eye she watches Adela put make up. She rolls her eyes. Always believe that natural beauty is the way. She turned away from the window and pulled out a book 'Twilight' by Stephine Myers. Opened to the page where she left off on; started reading.
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