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sweetpinkpixie · 09-24-2024, 12:00 AM

Well...wasn't this first inquiry just entirely too on the nose and Anna suddenly felt a lot smaller than she already was and her fingers were playing with one another and almost begging for a hangnail to fiddle with. She could always mess with the broken remembrall in her pocket but even that had lost some of its appeal since summer. How did you pick one instance out of a life built on the very essence of the search only to be greeted by thick silence at every turn? The way she dealt with all that was walking through bookshops and libraries where the very spirits of the stories contained within were urging her forward to find what she had lost and that which remained hidden from her ... but the more she tried to find the answers the more elaborate her stories and fantasies became to fill the void of disappointment when she found none.

Until this summer, that is.

Anna had never really been bothered by the thought of being watched, or perhaps it was less that she had never considered it, but when it came to losing things and looking for them...well...there was more of a mantra of acceptance she had convinced herself to be true or else crumble. Where it was BIG things like memories of her faceless father who had become more concept than human over the years or textbooks, Anna had done what she could to adopt a what will be will be persona about it all. "Well...things we lose have a way of coming back eventually ... just maybe not always in the way we expect...and until then it is an opportunity for some creative improvisation."

09-24-2024, 12:00 AM	#14 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,466 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: CJ Miller Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Fifth Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Victor García Massey Ollivanders x12 x12	astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Well...wasn't this first inquiry just entirely too on the nose and Anna suddenly felt a lot smaller than she already was and her fingers were playing with one another and almost begging for a hangnail to fiddle with. She could always mess with the broken remembrall in her pocket but even that had lost some of its appeal since summer. How did you pick one instance out of a life built on the very essence of the search only to be greeted by thick silence at every turn? The way she dealt with all that was walking through bookshops and libraries where the very spirits of the stories contained within were urging her forward to find what she had lost and that which remained hidden from her ... but the more she tried to find the answers the more elaborate her stories and fantasies became to fill the void of disappointment when she found none. Until this summer, that is. Anna had never really been bothered by the thought of being watched, or perhaps it was less that she had never considered it, but when it came to losing things and looking for them...well...there was more of a mantra of acceptance she had convinced herself to be true or else crumble. Where it was BIG things like memories of her faceless father who had become more concept than human over the years or textbooks, Anna had done what she could to adopt a what will be will be persona about it all. "Well...things we lose have a way of coming back eventually ... just maybe not always in the way we expect...and until then it is an opportunity for some creative improvisation." __________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back......................................... But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like