 Rhibear ~ Madam Solo ~ ❄ Showtunes > Everything ❄ ~ Accio Jedi ~ Gryffinclaw ~ Just a doll
Desiree could sum up her feelings about potions in one word: conflicted. Her lack of natural talent and lack of a rapport with the professor made the subject difficult, but no matter how she struggled, she still thought it was important to know, especially if she wanted to be a healer someday. She made her way to the classroom, determined to keep trying, and noticed the professor leaning against the blackboard. “Hello, Professor,” she greeted with a polite smile.
That smile faded, and her blue eyes widened as she got a good look at the dummy. As an avid doll collector for most of her life, Desiree knew immediately that it wasn’t a real person, but it still made her sad to look at it. Dolls - or in this case, dummies - were just little plastic (or whatever material that dummy was made of) people that needed care, just like real people. She wanted to take care of it… heal its injuries, dress it up, give it a face and a name. “Poor guy! What happened to him?” she asked.
That gash on the dummy’s leg stuck in her mind as she took a seat beside Summer. “Hi,” she greeted, but she was distracted. Did her dad look like that dummy when he was injured in the inferi attack all those years ago? She was too young to remember, but she knew he suffered a leg injury, which was why he walked with a cane now. That thought made her want to cry!
__________________ Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led
If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true... |