 Whoop!Phyre || ❤LiliAnzaScarNatAmyEmi || Professional Vigilante || The Flying Tomato
Eirian sat down at the long, shiny Slytherin table once more. This would be her last opening feast. This was the last of the first times she would sit here. There'd be no more coming back to school. This was it. And this year would go by fast, wouldn't it? It'd be here, and then WOOSH! She'd suddenly be home in that empty manor her grandmother left behind, alone with the house elves forever. Or perhaps she'd get a dreadfully boring job somewhere in the city, where she'd push papers or wave a wand to make the same damned spell endlessly, and she and her school friends would probably lose contact. But Eirian wasn't good at making new friends - probably because she really, really loathed people - so she'd be alone forever! But at least that way she wouldn't have to get married. Yeah, that was the bright side. She'd be an old spinster without any friends, but she'd never get close enough to anyone to need to confront the whole "I'm never getting married" ordeal.
Well, now that her future was arranged, Eiri found herself free to eat. But, like commitmet, eating wasn't much of the Brasileira's thing, either, so she stuck to grabbing a biscuit from the basket just in arms' reach and nibbling on it as a hamster would. She'd make the best out of this year... Yeah. That was it.
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