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The fifth year sat on the floor comfortably, leaning against a sofa and tilting her head from left to right, trying to decide whether she wanted to place Justine Janvier next to the sunflowers or by the vintage perfume bottle. Sweet Circe. This was life’s most difficult decision, clearly. Her stalker hadn’t gone unnoticed either, by the way.
Amelia had definitely noticed the eyes on her (it was difficult not to, Dita wasn’t being very subtle), but she chose to ignore the girl’s curious gaze in hopes that the younger Horned Serpent would soon leave. It was, of course, to her absolute distaste that instead Dita chose to stay. And talk. Melia internally rolled her eyes, though she did have the decency to appear unfazed. ”Curious much?” she questioned without even looking at the younger girl. If she must know, ”I need decor. The walls are way bare,” seriously, had no one considered trying to dazzle the place a little bit? This was a dormitory not a jail.
Her room in beauxbatons was much more inviting. It had only been a couple of weeks, but already her #aesthetic was dying. This castle was way too rustic for her liking. Had it been home to lumberjack wizards or something? Like seriously, who thought gordian knots were a good idea? And turqouise…… and cranberry…. together? Amelia was very disappointed. No way she’d be caught dead wearing her school robes any longer than she had to. That atrocity was shed the moment she stepped foot into the semi-comfort of her common room. Though, comfort wasn’t saying much seeing as there were constantly an influx of people to interrupt her thoughts.
__________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You?
You are Lemon! |