Katrina, in a misty haze, walked over to the Picket Line almost robotically. Her coffee, that she brought with her almost everywhere, was no where to be seen - the first sign that there was something wrong but not everyone knew that, of course. Because instead of coffee, she had her wand in her pocket and her hand was stuck in her pocket just in case. She wasn't sure why, but she needed her wand right now.
She could hear everything around her, feel things, but she didn't feel quite herself. Cultists... gooood people... like coffee... then the others... they weren't good. They weren't good people at all.
That voice... right... Holli from her department. She was right too. "Yes, them in, they belong inside," Katrina called out, her voice seeming distant like her mind, as she agreed with the others who voiced the same opinion. The cultists were all good people, why weren't they letting them in? So stupid for not letting them in...
__________________ though we're strangers 'til now, we're choosing a path between the s t a r s________________._____________
♡ ♡_______________________.__________________________ ____i'll leave my .l o v e. between the stars...
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