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Not far from the balcony, a large gilded mirror can be found on the fourth-floor corridor. Once upon a time, the mirror hid a secret passageway that would take anyone to Hogsmeade undetected at any time. Unfortunately, there was a cave in mid-way that made the passage end up not leading anywhere. Nevertheless, if you're in a pickle and can get the mirror off the wall and back again, you would at least have a neat hiding place.
Most people just try using the mirror to check on their appearance throughout the day. Oddly enough, however, the mirror doesn't show ones reflection. Always being shown in the mirror is a scene of handsome chandeliers, elegant landscape oil paintings, and golden draperies, which is not at all what the wall of the corridor behind you looks like. This is, of course, one of Hogwarts' many mysteries. The location of the room that the mirror is showing is unknown to everyone today. But every now and then, a dark figure can be spotted in the background before disappearing again.
Ash, upon arriving home to her mansion, had smashed every single mirror in the house. She then swept up the pieces so that her little half-brother would not step on a shard. She'd never forgive herself if he got hurt because of her. Her bodyguards had confronted her about the mirrors. They asked why she did it. She said 'because I wanted to' and that was that.
Such behavior would not fly at Hogwarts, unfortunately. So as much as Ash wanted to methodically go around breaking every single mirror she found, she restrained herself. Being expelled would be bad. She reminded herself that she needed to graduate, in order to prove a point that a Muggleborn was as good as anybody else. It worked, for the most part.
Even so, Ash could not ignore the mirrors. Especially not this one. It was in such an obvious spot. She could not avoid it. It infuriated her. She could not get to classes without stopping here and staring at it, entranced for a few long moments. She wanted it GONE.
Today was a weekend, and Ash could afford to stay here for more than a few moments. She studied the mirror, her nose inches away from it, eyes taking in every aspect of the frame. It was a fancy mirror. It showed through it a place that was a room that she had never seen before. She wondered if it was a scrying mirror, a memory, or even an extradimensional space. That was the worst thing about this specific mirror. It was not a regular mirror or a two-way communication mirror. It reflected another space. If you looked in the mirror that Ash had been confined in, would you see her in the mirror like the strange room was shown in this one? Ash dreaded that idea. She hated this specific mirror. But NO. She could not smash it. She took a deep breath, and she felt slightly more calm.
She pulled herself away from the mirror and slid down to the floor on the wall across from the mirror, facing it but not looking at it. She WOULD NOT LOOK at it. She could not look at it. But she could not move away. So she just sat there, almost meditatively, with her eyes closed, playing music in her head to distract herself. The song was called "ain't no crying" by Derivakat. She had heard it a long time ago, and she could barely recall the lyrics. She wasn't able to walk away, but she certainly would not let her mind slip away from her.
Stupid mirror. You can't control me.
She was not going to lose a power struggle to an inanimate object. She refused to. What she really needed was somebody else. Somebody to distract her so that she could focus on something else and break her concentration on the mirror. She would be best friends with the next person walking by to talk to her, even if they were Cambridge or Upstead. Well, maybe that was an exaggeration. It was hard to imagine her liking either of them. A more accurate statement was that any random person that she did not already hate walking by could potentially be her best friend. Ash knew better than to promise friendship before it was deserved.
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On a normal day, when he was feeling his usual self, Sammy would have ignored the mirror. The scene was interesting, yes, but there were only so many times he could look at it. After multiple glances over the years, he'd grown too used to the scene to really care.
But a scene he wasn't used to? Seeing one of his friends sitting on the floor with their eyes closed.
Sammy came to an immediate stop, his eyes fixed on his housemate. Any thoughts about enjoying his free time disappeared and, instead, a nervous feeling started to settle in. Instinctively, he scanned the corridor for the sign of a culprit. Any culprit. Hogwarts was supposed to be safe now but if anyone was attacking her again.....
Seeing no one, the boy bent down until he was almost eye level with her. "...... Ash?"
On a normal day, when he was feeling his usual self, Sammy would have ignored the mirror. The scene was interesting, yes, but there were only so many times he could look at it. After multiple glances over the years, he'd grown too used to the scene to really care.
But a scene he wasn't used to? Seeing one of his friends sitting on the floor with their eyes closed.
Sammy came to an immediate stop, his eyes fixed on his housemate. Any thoughts about enjoying his free time disappeared and, instead, a nervous feeling started to settle in. Instinctively, he scanned the corridor for the sign of a culprit. Any culprit. Hogwarts was supposed to be safe now but if anyone was attacking her again.....
Seeing no one, the boy bent down until he was almost eye level with her. "...... Ash?"
Well. This absolutely sucked. Here she was, in the middle of a moment of weakness, in a position where she needed help, and out of nowhere comes one of the people she had been trying to avoid. Sammy probably hated her for ruining his friendships. He probably thought she was a mudblood, just like Cambridge did (an irrational thought, but whatever). He probably didn't miss her at all. And she didn't blame him. Why go against somebody who was your friend (and girlfriend) for a long time for some traumatized child you had only met once?
And the voice... the voice was the worst. A concerned voice. A gentle, caring voice. Like something that one of her friends would say. And as Ash had already realized (well, assumed), he hated her. All the same, Ash needed a distraction. Maybe they could mutually agree that everyone hated her and then go their separate way.
Well, she had no choice but to respond. Ash snapped her eyes open (none of that dramatic fluttery stuff- that was for overdramatic fools and people who had recently been unconscious) and immediately made eye contact with Sammy, so as to not look at the mirror. Quite disconcertingly, he was at her eye level, even though she was sitting down. Great. Extra "caring" vibes.
Ash wanted to snap at Sammy for being a liar, but she also... didn't want to do that. For some reason.
So instead she just played along. "Sammy. Long time no see, huh? Really long time..." She didn't mention that she'd been avoiding him since her fight with Cambridge. That was NOT. RELEVANT.
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Long time no see?
Sammy was confused. He didn't know what she'd gone through or how she felt but making jokes about it? THAT he didn't understand. Wasn't this supposed to be serious? Something she didn't want to talk about or something that scared her or-
Unless, she was making jokes to get through it. Try to diffuse any pain she was feeling and this was just..... a moment when she'd let herself out. But that he also didn't understand and so, wasn't going to comment on.
First Emm, now Ash. Merlin, when had girls become so confusing?
"Yeah, I guess," he said, trying to keep his voice as soft as he could, "It's been a while, but it's good to see you again." He sat down on the floor and crossed his legs, almost as if he was getting ready for a discussion. Or to stay here a bit longer. She wasn't getting rid of him just yet.
Sammy was confused. He didn't know what she'd gone through or how she felt but making jokes about it? THAT he didn't understand. Wasn't this supposed to be serious? Something she didn't want to talk about or something that scared her or-
Unless, she was making jokes to get through it. Try to diffuse any pain she was feeling and this was just..... a moment when she'd let herself out. But that he also didn't understand and so, wasn't going to comment on.
First Emm, now Ash. Merlin, when had girls become so confusing?
"Yeah, I guess," he said, trying to keep his voice as soft as he could, "It's been a while, but it's good to see you again." He sat down on the floor and crossed his legs, almost as if he was getting ready for a discussion. Or to stay here a bit longer. She wasn't getting rid of him just yet.
"So, what's wrong? Why are you sitting here?"
"Oh." Ash was now the confused one. Didn't he hate her? Wasn't he supposed to hate her? "I didn't know that." That it was 'good to see her' or whatever. "My fault, I guess, not yours." Even if she still didn't believe him and thought this was some prank set by Emmerson. It was okay. She knew what a prank was. They didn't hurt that bad anymore.
And now he was sitting down... he was a really good actor, did he know? Pretending to be her friend. He was good at it. Maybe that's why he got picked for the prank.
Well, too bad. She was going to get this prank over with, make it anticlimactic, make him feel guilty, and then calmly leave so that she could go cry.
"So um... I was walking past this mirror, and then I got stuck. And I didn't want to look at it, but I also had to, so I just looked at it with my eyes closed. As a loophole. Um... and I kinda hoped that someone who liked me was gonna come and help, but you're okay too I guess. You can't hate me that much, since we've only met a couple times. Actually, you could, as evidenced by James and Cambridge, but I'm getting out of here whether this is a prank or not." Ash was going to get out of this predicament whether he was spying for Cambridge or not. She was sick of people trying to mess with her all the time. She rested her head back against the wall. She wasn't going to cry during a prank. Crying was strictly for when she was alone. Usually.
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Just when he thought the confusion would go away, it turned out that it was only rising. What did she mean it was her fault? Wasn't she stuck in a mirror for months? "Ash, what happened to you wasn't your fault. You can't blame yourself for it."
And what did she mean by 'not yours'? Diid she blame him for all of this before?
No, this wasn't the right time for that. Why? Because Ash was getting into a story. A story that involved looking at something with your eyes closed, it seemed. Was that even possible? He didn't think so. It sounded more like something the bronze knocker would say.
But the worst part was what she had to say next. Sammy sat there, staring at Ash and trying to process everything she was saying about him and Emm and Kinsay. Except, his brain felt as though it was frozen and overheating at the same time. He just didn't know what to think about this. Any of this. Did Emm and Kinsay say something? Or did she think he was involved in that fight?
Then there was the part about him being just okay to someone he considered a friend. It was hard not to be hurt by that.
But he had something else to fix and he was going to try and do that. "Ash, what are you talking about? I do like you." Wait. "You know, as a friend." Better. "What's going on? Why do you keep pushing me away?" And more importantly, why did she look like she was getting ready for give up? Should he be worried?
Just when he thought the confusion would go away, it turned out that it was only rising. What did she mean it was her fault? Wasn't she stuck in a mirror for months? "Ash, what happened to you wasn't your fault. You can't blame yourself for it."
And what did she mean by 'not yours'? Diid she blame him for all of this before?
No, this wasn't the right time for that. Why? Because Ash was getting into a story. A story that involved looking at something with your eyes closed, it seemed. Was that even possible? He didn't think so. It sounded more like something the bronze knocker would say.
But the worst part was what she had to say next. Sammy sat there, staring at Ash and trying to process everything she was saying about him and Emm and Kinsay. Except, his brain felt as though it was frozen and overheating at the same time. He just didn't know what to think about this. Any of this. Did Emm and Kinsay say something? Or did she think he was involved in that fight?
Then there was the part about him being just okay to someone he considered a friend. It was hard not to be hurt by that.
But he had something else to fix and he was going to try and do that. "Ash, what are you talking about? I do like you." Wait. "You know, as a friend." Better. "What's going on? Why do you keep pushing me away?" And more importantly, why did she look like she was getting ready for give up? Should he be worried?
"I don't mean the mirror, I mean not seeing you. That is my fault. I avoided you before I got stuck in a mirror and I avoided you after. My bad. I thought you would like it that way. It kinda looks like I might have been wrong. Sorry." She shrugged. Whether he was lying or not, maybe he should know that. If he liked her, then it was an apology. If he was a big fat liar, then it proved she knew he was trying to trick her. Worked both ways, right?
Ash laughed at what he said next. "Good thing you added that last part, even though the first part wasn't true." It was a joke, because she knew they were just friends(actually he hated her, so more like not-friends) and she would never betray her own boyfriend. But it was also not a joke, because that fact needed to be clear to all, especially if Cambridge was lurking around the corner to attack her.
It was very important for everyone to know that he hated her platonically.
"I keep pushing you away because I don't think you want to be my friend. I may have punched Cambridge in the face, and I don't regret that. And she's your friend. If someone happily punched my friend I would be mad. Especially if that friend was Lisa." Not relevant, but everyone ought to know that Lisa was her imaginary sister and she was going to protect her. "But extra especially mad if someone punched my boyfriend. Or my half-brother. Or you." She may have gotten sidetracked somewhere in this conversation. "Anyway, my point is I don't think you like me, and if you DO like me, then you'd be better off if you didn't. Because I only cause problems with your friends, and I only cause problems for my friends too." She really did like him. A lot, actually. But she was doing the right thing and telling him to leave before he lost all his friends and happiness. Really, it was better for him this way. A million fancy muggle-hating pureblood friends was better than just one miserable Ashley Fox. She sighed. "I'm sorry that all your friends hate me and I ruined your whole friend group dynamic." She still wasn't sorry for punching Cambridge though. "And I'm sorry for talking to you at all when I should have known better than to do that to you, and I'm just sorry. But that apology only applies to you, not Cambridge, in case you were wondering." She regretted nothing when it came to Cambridge.
Did anyone know that Ash made a very specific face before she started to cry?
She was making it.
She felt bad for making Sammy sad.
Not Cambridge though. Cambridge deserved it.
urine trouble | Pat's Strong Confident Other Half | Pees Like a Champion Unicorn Racehorse
Sammy stared at her, completely at a loss for words. His face might have been still but his mind was racing. For months, he'd been in a low, solitary state, thinking he'd lost two of his friends because of something he hardly understood. And now, he was finding out that he'd been avoided, instead.
Frankly, it was hard not to feel hurt.
"Apology accepted," he whispered, "Maybe, if this happens again, ask me first. All of this wouldn't have happened and no one would need to avoid one another." Simple, right? He thought so. "I didn't like it, by the way. It felt like I'd lost my friends."
And then she went on to make a casual comment about the first part not being true. Sammy was baffled. Why did she just say that? What made her think that? He needed an explanation. Fast. "Whaaaaat do you mean?" Girls were really confusing, weren't they? Or maybe this had to do with the girls he hung out with.
Not helping the confusion was Ash's explanation on pushing him away and everything else she said in the process. "So it's true? You punched Emm?" he whispered, a look of pure shock on his face, "Why did you do that?" Emm had mentioned that she had been attacked but he just assumed she'd said that to save herself. But now.....
This was a lot of information to process.
Sammy kept quiet, just listening as she went on with an explanation. It hurt him to know that someone he would make birthday cupcakes for thought of him like this. That he didn't like them, or that they didn't like themselves. "You don't have to apologise." Or, well, maybe she could apologise to Emm for punching her and Emm could apologise too, but that was like asking for a miracle. "I do like you and I want to be your friend. If you don't get along with the others, that's okay. Just maybe don't attack each other."
The Ravenclaw paused to let out a deep sigh. "By the way, I was mad. I confronted her about what she did and said to you and we weren't friends for months. We came to a compromise after that so I don't think you have to worry anymore." Or, he hoped so.
SPOILER!!: lol this is the biggest miscommunication ever
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Originally Posted by hermionesclone
Sammy stared at her, completely at a loss for words. His face might have been still but his mind was racing. For months, he'd been in a low, solitary state, thinking he'd lost two of his friends because of something he hardly understood. And now, he was finding out that he'd been avoided, instead.
Frankly, it was hard not to feel hurt.
"Apology accepted," he whispered, "Maybe, if this happens again, ask me first. All of this wouldn't have happened and no one would need to avoid one another." Simple, right? He thought so. "I didn't like it, by the way. It felt like I'd lost my friends."
And then she went on to make a casual comment about the first part not being true. Sammy was baffled. Why did she just say that? What made her think that? He needed an explanation. Fast. "Whaaaaat do you mean?" Girls were really confusing, weren't they? Or maybe this had to do with the girls he hung out with.
Not helping the confusion was Ash's explanation on pushing him away and everything else she said in the process. "So it's true? You punched Emm?" he whispered, a look of pure shock on his face, "Why did you do that?" Emm had mentioned that she had been attacked but he just assumed she'd said that to save herself. But now.....
This was a lot of information to process.
Sammy kept quiet, just listening as she went on with an explanation. It hurt him to know that someone he would make birthday cupcakes for thought of him like this. That he didn't like them, or that they didn't like themselves. "You don't have to apologise." Or, well, maybe she could apologise to Emm for punching her and Emm could apologise too, but that was like asking for a miracle. "I do like you and I want to be your friend. If you don't get along with the others, that's okay. Just maybe don't attack each other."
The Ravenclaw paused to let out a deep sigh. "By the way, I was mad. I confronted her about what she did and said to you and we weren't friends for months. We came to a compromise after that so I don't think you have to worry anymore." Or, he hoped so.
Ash didn't mean to hurt Sammy. Frankly, she didn't expect him to care. Frankly, she expected him to avoid her as well. Avoid her like the plague. And now she felt bad. She really did like him- the avoidance had nothing to do with him- he'd just be better off without her. Apparently he didn't agree. Sigh. "I-" what was she supposed to say? "Sorry. I guess I just assumed- because you're Emmerson's super good friend- you wouldn't want to risk that. By associating with me. Or not me. I don't know, muggleborns, troublemakers, know-it-alls, idiots who lack self-preservation... I dunno, pick a reason- nevermind." Big Sigh. Ash knew that people did think those things, and Emmerson absolutely did- why would Sammy be different. But at the same time, she felt like she was losing his friendship, and this was a mess in all ways. Ash felt like an old internet browser right now. Her brain was just full of error messages, long pauses to load, and does-not-compute.
"I did punch her. But she pushed me first and talked smack about my blood status and something about boyfriend-stealing and something about beating me up, so I didn't exactly start it. But if you wanted, you could say I'm a troublemaker, and all I want is conflict, and that when I smiled at her in the hallway I was asking for blood." And he could side with his better friends if he wanted to- but never would Ash say that fighting Cambridge was wrong of her. "Obviously I wouldn't say so, but everyone is entitled to their opinion, I guess." Even if their opinion was super dumb, and painful.
"I know I don't have to apologize, but I am sorry for avoiding you..." If nothing else. "...because you probably saw it as a diss and not you being better off, and I never meant that. And it was probably wrong of me to think that you would think so. And it was dumb, because I also wanted to hang out with you. I just... didn't hear that you minded. I'm sorry you almost lost your friends. I didn't know you were mad, so I just... I don't know. Maybe I should have. Sorry."Please, for the love of- Ash was seriously hoping that Sammy wasn't going to cry. Ash obviously had an unhealthy relationship with emotions, and she didn't know how to handle emotions, and if he cried, so would she and-
"I don't get why all of this has to be so mad confusing." Deep breaths, Ash. Don't cry in front of Sammy. Don't make Sammy cry. Don'tcryinfrontofSammy. Don'tmakeSammycry. Don'tcryinfrontof...
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SPOILER!!: dumb ravenclaws alert
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Originally Posted by astrocat
Ash didn't mean to hurt Sammy. Frankly, she didn't expect him to care. Frankly, she expected him to avoid her as well. Avoid her like the plague. And now she felt bad. She really did like him- the avoidance had nothing to do with him- he'd just be better off without her. Apparently he didn't agree. Sigh. "I-" what was she supposed to say? "Sorry. I guess I just assumed- because you're Emmerson's super good friend- you wouldn't want to risk that. By associating with me. Or not me. I don't know, muggleborns, troublemakers, know-it-alls, idiots who lack self-preservation... I dunno, pick a reason- nevermind." Big Sigh. Ash knew that people did think those things, and Emmerson absolutely did- why would Sammy be different. But at the same time, she felt like she was losing his friendship, and this was a mess in all ways. Ash felt like an old internet browser right now. Her brain was just full of error messages, long pauses to load, and does-not-compute.
"I did punch her. But she pushed me first and talked smack about my blood status and something about boyfriend-stealing and something about beating me up, so I didn't exactly start it. But if you wanted, you could say I'm a troublemaker, and all I want is conflict, and that when I smiled at her in the hallway I was asking for blood." And he could side with his better friends if he wanted to- but never would Ash say that fighting Cambridge was wrong of her. "Obviously I wouldn't say so, but everyone is entitled to their opinion, I guess." Even if their opinion was super dumb, and painful.
"I know I don't have to apologize, but I am sorry for avoiding you..." If nothing else. "...because you probably saw it as a diss and not you being better off, and I never meant that. And it was probably wrong of me to think that you would think so. And it was dumb, because I also wanted to hang out with you. I just... didn't hear that you minded. I'm sorry you almost lost your friends. I didn't know you were mad, so I just... I don't know. Maybe I should have. Sorry."Please, for the love of- Ash was seriously hoping that Sammy wasn't going to cry. Ash obviously had an unhealthy relationship with emotions, and she didn't know how to handle emotions, and if he cried, so would she and-
"I don't get why all of this has to be so mad confusing." Deep breaths, Ash. Don't cry in front of Sammy. Don't make Sammy cry. Don'tcryinfrontofSammy. Don'tmakeSammycry. Don'tcryinfrontof...
It was at this exact moment that Sammy's face fell. He knew how the events had affected him, including his feelings about small spaces and the way he always kept a window open. But he couldn't imagine what it must've been like for Ash. Was she scared? Maybe she was scared. Or maybe she was trying to protect herself.
This was a lot. The third year decided to move until he was sitting directly beside the fellow Ravenclaw, all while letting his brain do some thinking. "Who are you describing? Yourself? Because I don't think that's the right description for you," he said, wrapping his arms around his knees, "You're more of the kind, brainy type who isn't scared of fighting for herself."
Pause. "And being a muggleborn doesn't make you a bad person."
Well. This was something, wasn't it?
Sammy let out a deep sigh at her words. How was he stuck in the middle of all of this?! The threats, the words..... and all because he was having a conversation with Ash. Sweet Merlin, it was crazy. "Well, if anything, you two do know how to fight." Would that lighten the atmosphere? He hoped so. The last thing he wanted to do was start adding blame for something that was long gone.
They were going to get nowhere with this. Like an ongoing circle of confusion and blame. Or, at least, Sammy saw it that way. It was why he let silence fill the air, while his actions did most of the speaking. Shuffling a little closer, he wrapped an arm around her. "You apologise a lot, you know." Not a bad thing but, especially for her, it wasn't a good thing, either.
And now it was his turn to be confused. "All of what? The fight?"
It was at this exact moment that Sammy's face fell. He knew how the events had affected him, including his feelings about small spaces and the way he always kept a window open. But he couldn't imagine what it must've been like for Ash. Was she scared? Maybe she was scared. Or maybe she was trying to protect herself.
This was a lot. The third year decided to move until he was sitting directly beside the fellow Ravenclaw, all while letting his brain do some thinking. "Who are you describing? Yourself? Because I don't think that's the right description for you," he said, wrapping his arms around his knees, "You're more of the kind, brainy type who isn't scared of fighting for herself."
Pause. "And being a muggleborn doesn't make you a bad person."
Well. This was something, wasn't it?
Sammy let out a deep sigh at her words. How was he stuck in the middle of all of this?! The threats, the words..... and all because he was having a conversation with Ash. Sweet Merlin, it was crazy. "Well, if anything, you two do know how to fight." Would that lighten the atmosphere? He hoped so. The last thing he wanted to do was start adding blame for something that was long gone.
They were going to get nowhere with this. Like an ongoing circle of confusion and blame. Or, at least, Sammy saw it that way. It was why he let silence fill the air, while his actions did most of the speaking. Shuffling a little closer, he wrapped an arm around her. "You apologise a lot, you know." Not a bad thing but, especially for her, it wasn't a good thing, either.
And now it was his turn to be confused. "All of what? The fight?"
"... I'm describing people describing me." Other people were hardly ever nice with their semi-accurate descriptions. And they made assumptions that were only half-right. But the descriptions weren't entirely wrong. If Sammy said that, he'd be lying.
"I know I'm not a bad person. At least not in my own opinion. Which is my favorite opinion." She pulled some sour lemon hard candies out of her robes (who knew where she got it from and why she had it), and then unwrapped a few and popped them in her mouth. Very sour. It was a much better taste of sour than her thoughts tho. "Want one? Or five? Or two?" Pick a number.
"I'll add brainy to my description." See, there was a reason people telling Ash she had no brains were wrong. Ash wasn't stupid when she threw herself into danger. She knew exactly what she was doing. And she hadn't died yet, so she must have been doing something right. Maybe they were the idiots, thinking that she'd survive longer if she shut up. I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees. Where was that from? Ash knew that song... she'd have to look for it.
"Maybe fighting is the only thing I know how to do." Had she ever chosen to not fight, given the choice between fighting and accepting defeat? Maybe that one time, when Rosier threatened to kill her on the first day of school. But other than that... she couldn't remember a time when she backed down. She didn't really know how. Was this a thing that parents were supposed to teach you? Oh. Perhaps it was.
"I don't apologize to that many people. Only like, you, my boyfriend that I actually did not steal from anybody if you can believe it, and little kids that I can't protect. That's kinda it." Only people who she should have been able to save, but failed to. She didn't apologize to adults. Or people named Emmerson Cambridge. Or people who hurt her. Those people didn't deserve it.
They were like... kinda sorta hugging now. Ash kinda sorta put her arm around him back, only half-sure that the tentative gesture would not end in getting punched by somebody. She almost sniffled, but then she didn't because she wasn't a crybaby and she was totally fine and she didn't cry in public except for when she did. Yeah.
"It's not just the fight that's confusing. Everything's so normal now, but it's also not normal. And like... now that the cult is gone people like me... but also a lot of people don't and I don't know why but nobody will tell me. And like... Healer Poppy... where did she come from and who sent her and why? And also feelings. I don't understand feelings." Sigh. The world really made no sense. It made sense last year. Bad people did bad things to achieve bad ends, and they hurt her because of something very specific that they knew for sure. But now... everything was complicated and people were being fake nice and Ashley Fox did not understand any of it.
She ate yet another hard candy. Her thoughts were salty today. Like tears, or blood or something. But the lemon candies tasted a lot better. Sour. The good kind. Lemon flavored. Mmmm.
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Lisa HAD everything almost all set to go for Ollie’s super secret suppose party. But she NEEDED to ask Remy, Serena, and of course, V for some help with it. Serena and V were Ollie’s roommates and could casually distract their friend while she and Remy could get things together. Lisa knew that Remy and Ollie were basically besties so naturally Remy would be all on board. Glancing down at the notebook she held in her hands, she checked her list twice making sure she had everything in order.
She frowned when she saw one word.
Cake.
Her shoulders moved up and down with her dramatic sigh.
She really didn’t want to put a candle in a loaf of bread and be like TA DA! That’d be a disappointing birthday cake.
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