 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
Claudette headed down the fourth floor corridor, strap of her tote bag slung across her shoulder. She wanted to go to the library and see what kinds of potions books they had here and if they were any different to what she had at her old school or at home. As she leisurely strolled down the hall, green eyes fell on an ornate mirror not far from where she was, and she kept her eyes transfixed on it as she drew closer.
It was a really beautiful piece on the wall and she stood in front of it, staring at her reflection. The scene it reflected was equally elegant and she glanced behind her, not remembering the corridor to appear that way. And it didn't. It was plain besides the random portrait or painting. She turned back to the mirror and smiled, imagining herself to be in that illustrious location. Because looking in the mirror, it appeared to be that way..
__________________ started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________
______________________don't you worry I'll be fine
_________________________________________________you were good for the plot line |