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nicole black · 12-29-2017, 07:14 PM

Dita didn't much like doing anything without Liri by her side which meant that 64.5 percent of the Horned Serpent's time was spent comfortabl doing as she pleased and feeling safer than safe, while the other 43.5 percent was spent wondering where Liri was and who she was with and how very much she disliked being alone.

The common room, of course, was not a place to be alone in and Dita had hoped being curled up in a sunbeam by one of the large windows and listening to the others' conversation would be enough to center her. But, to put it simply, it wasn't.

Her fingers were in her mouth, teeth biting at dried skin in a habit her mother couldn't stand. She bit and chewed like a rabid yorkie, occasionally she would catch a bit of conversation from the older students that was enough to stop the nervous biting but as son as it faded away she would resume where she'd left off. It was, as her mother said, horribly unattractive and left her nail beds looking battered and achingly red.

In the midst of all this her eyes focused on the fluttering form of Amelia Acero. Dita thought she looked like a Butterfly in her floating pink robe. She let the idea wriggle around her head like a caterpillar in search of a lush green leaf to nibble on. There was a story there, the beginning of one but without the comforting presence of her twin Dita didn't have the energy to follow along after the tendrils of inspiration. Her large dark doe eyes stayed, however, on Amelia as she snipped and perused with all the careful poise suggested by her name and beauty-

it made the younger girl incredibly envious and- ah, there it was, another tendril of a story trying to wriggle it's way into her mind. Dita shooed it away, she was busy doing nothing. Busy letting her anxiety get the best of her, the story could wait.

(except stories didn't wait, they were much too fickle for that)

"What are you doing?" Dita asked, rising up from her curl on the floor to sit on her legs and peer carefully from afar at Amelia's work. it looked like a moodboard work, or a collage maybe. Dita hadn't ever made ether but she'd watched others before and at home where the technology and wifi was she'd spent many hours one rainy afternoon watching online videos about moodboard inspirations.

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nicole black DoM & DERP Mooncalf Join Date: Mar 2004 Location: 'clever joke here' Posts: 7,174 Hogwarts RPG Name: ruari fuller-thompson #FFA3D2 Ravenclaw Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Desdemona M. Evans #6082B6 Ravenclaw First Year Ministry RPG Name: Q. Alvey Ministry RPG Name: Aslan Rose Evans Mysteries x8	you wanna fite? \| 💚 nickleback 💚 \| Uh, anyway. Dita didn't much like doing anything without Liri by her side which meant that 64.5 percent of the Horned Serpent's time was spent comfortabl doing as she pleased and feeling safer than safe, while the other 43.5 percent was spent wondering where Liri was and who she was with and how very much she disliked being alone. The common room, of course, was not a place to be alone in and Dita had hoped being curled up in a sunbeam by one of the large windows and listening to the others' conversation would be enough to center her. But, to put it simply, it wasn't. Her fingers were in her mouth, teeth biting at dried skin in a habit her mother couldn't stand. She bit and chewed like a rabid yorkie, occasionally she would catch a bit of conversation from the older students that was enough to stop the nervous biting but as son as it faded away she would resume where she'd left off. It was, as her mother said, horribly unattractive and left her nail beds looking battered and achingly red. In the midst of all this her eyes focused on the fluttering form of Amelia Acero. Dita thought she looked like a Butterfly in her floating pink robe. She let the idea wriggle around her head like a caterpillar in search of a lush green leaf to nibble on. There was a story there, the beginning of one but without the comforting presence of her twin Dita didn't have the energy to follow along after the tendrils of inspiration. Her large dark doe eyes stayed, however, on Amelia as she snipped and perused with all the careful poise suggested by her name and beauty- it made the younger girl incredibly envious and- ah, there it was, another tendril of a story trying to wriggle it's way into her mind. Dita shooed it away, she was busy doing nothing. Busy letting her anxiety get the best of her, the story could wait. (except stories didn't wait, they were much too fickle for that) "What are you doing?" Dita asked, rising up from her curl on the floor to sit on her legs and peer carefully from afar at Amelia's work. it looked like a moodboard work, or a collage maybe. Dita hadn't ever made ether but she'd watched others before and at home where the technology and wifi was she'd spent many hours one rainy afternoon watching online videos about moodboard inspirations. __________________ the moon: feminine, intuitive, inner strength, innocence