Compassionate Soul

“I’ve always wanted to be brave.”

"I brought you some soup, you're up to it." A pittance, really - what could a bit of food compare to what the woman had been through? Aura only hope that a friendly face and comforting presence might ease the weight. She understood why JJ kept the ordeal to herself... but even the best of them worried.

Oh, she hope JJ had the hex- breaker incantation ready.

JJ patted her robs, looking herself over. Everything seemed alright-she could see all of herself.  ”Okay..I think we’re good.” She finally said. “Aura…can you see me? I can see me.”

"Maybe you managed to deflect it?" Her teeth bit deeper. Her wand silent for another answer and the very-visible Hufflepuff left a curiosity. "Maybe I cast it wrong?" Somewhere down the hall, a clock struck a echoing chime. "Bugger, Flitwick’s class should be starting soon. We should hurry!"

"I….need….your…..sock."

"Of course! You can stay as long as you want. I just wish it was more removed than it is. It’s a good thing that we’re on the lowest level, nearly next to no one down here." she said quietly. "Can I get you anything else?"

"Aura dear! Over here…"

"Aunt Jenn." Aiden’ baby-blue eyes shined, his cool demeanour lifted by a familiar face. A Ravenclaw like his mother, he kept his circle close, but his aunt was always welcome.

Belle or Skye (asked by daisycoulson)

She gave Aura what she hoped was a ‘hopeful smile’ and turned the computer around again.  ”Since the current trial’s almost over and I’ve had such good results…I’ve gotten permission to expand my testing…so that’s a good thing.”

She offered JJ a smile of her own, an easy, simple thing - she wanted this to work. For both their sake.

ohmygosh you guys, the dawn room is the single best thing i’ve discovered on the Internet. If you feel at all crappy in any way, go on there right now. Seriously. Anything else you’re doing can wait. 

"Coming…" She shuffled to the door and yawed, swinging the door open. "Aura. Hi."

"I'm sorry, is this a bad time?" Auburn curls spilled over her shoulder, her head tilting. She hoped she had not intruded. Even with her ability, she value her friend's privacy as she tried to keep it in check. Still, the tired, strained pull did not go amiss.

Just a quick thought for all of my friends who are writers or other artists. I feel like this can apply to a lot of artistic pursuits. We write, draw, paint, sculpt, act, etc., because we are not perfect and still seek to create. 

This is my idea with the help of fellow roleplayer faithfulhound based off The Mummy. You may use but please DO NOT take credit as your own.