 ∞ 17 | RP entrepreneur | defies gravity | Miss George is flawless | blanket burrito lyfe
She had watched.
Or had been watching for a short while now. For half an hour or so.
She had watched as students she knew well, or not so well gathered and watched as the of-age, or soon to be, approached the age line and stepped over it. Before placing their names into the goblet. It was ever so fascinating for her.
The prospect of fear.
If anyone could sense it, she was sensing it now. Lori was sensing just that people placing their names in that goblet were terrified that if they got picked, they could [like had happened previously] die.
... And now it was her turn.
The brunette was calm, or so as calm as she could be. After scrawling onto a piece of parchment, Lori had sat watching people, wondering why on earth she was intending to do this. And possibly just ... make a fool of herself.
Maybe the age line, had also been made to reject pink, glittery, Hufflepuff's.
But she went to do it.
After cautiously stepping over the age line, she had stopped for a moment, contemplating her decision, before just letting her hand place the parchment into the goblet. There. Done.
Oh, oh, she was too YOUNG AND PRETTY to diiieeeee!
Name? Come back please? She pleaded with her parchment and whatnot, before just leaving the inner of the age line, and resuming her place within the crowd to watch her peers, and this ...
spectacle.
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