Originally Posted by Harron Peasley

Leaving the cubical and moving to wash her hands, Charlie started a bit at the sound of the door opening. She offered a smile to the young girl who'd entered, and then proceeded to fix her hair a little bit, tucking strands behind her ears and pushing her glasses to the top of her head.

They ruined everything: she really needed to go back to wearing contacts. With a little bit of a sigh, she eyed the ribbon tied in a neat bow around her wrist, and was suddenly awash by a wave of loneliness. Of course, it wouldn't go in her hair - that was Elodies thing, Charlie knew - but it was kind of hard keeping it in her eye line at times, as it only reminded her of what she was missing on the outside. Gosh, the school had never felt more like a prison.

......"Are you okay?" Turning to leave, the seventh year noticed that the girl who'd entered hadn't gone to to stalls, or to the sinks as most people would. She peered down on her, wondering what on earth would be so bad that someone would resort to sitting on the toilet floor.