 Post 1 Who Am I? Ern's 2460FUN
Chloe thought all of this was kind of hoke-y. Magic that they theorised, magic that they really didn't understand? It didn't sound like magic to her at all. More like folk lore. She liked her magic to be something tangible. It was 2089, for merlin's sake.
But she didn't argue. Didn't even mention it.
Instead she went to work trying making whatever shape her heart's desire was. Whatever THAT meant. She was twelve. She didn't have a heart's desire. At best she maybe had a heart's lowkey want.
The blonde brought the clay back to her seat and grabbed a pair of scissors no the way back. A bit of hair from her mop wouldn't be much of a sacrifice.
She chopped off a bit of hair underneath and shoved it in the clay. Gross hair clay. Ugh.
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