07-31-2006, 04:06 PM
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 Charms Class - Lesson Two
Andi massaged her forehead in preparation of the headache that was sure to come. In her hand was a picture of a young girl with a big grin and a boy with a smaller, dreamier smile. Sad, how no one might have guessed from the picture that when growing up, those two innocent faces would harden, and darken, and the mouths would tighten, and the eyes would glint with a barely suppressed rage and one sharp look could make someone near bite their tongue off with fright.
Oh well. C'est la vie.
In fact, Andi had specially chosen this picture so that no one could recognize her, especially since she was three in that picture, and her cousin about four months younger than she was.
She was sitting on the desk, staring into space, the faded, still photo in her lap. There was a hard glitter in her eye and a particular tautness about her mouth. She bubbled like a womanful of barely suppressed rage, swinging her homicidal boots.
OOC: I don't want anyone to say they didn't bring a photo please. Assume that the Professor has already requested you bring a muggle snapshot to the class.
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