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                     ❝ —- UH? ❞

       Was Siria listening? Most certainly not.       Her mind was lost,     distraction taking       advantage more often, in those days.

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                     ❝ I feel SARCASM in your voice, & it hurts.                                              —- You also know that there’s a little spell that                                                            can fix it in no time, don’t you? ❞

       With a cocky expression  adorning her face       & a smooth gesture of her wand,           Siria       pronounced ❛Reparo❜ – a whisper actually.       The object   ❪ an old, important vase, as the       witch had learned ❫                     immediately       recomposed.

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                                                    ❝ Tell me about it. ❞

                     Siria attempted a smile. After all, wasn’t that her SOLUTION for everything? A chuckle & everything was back at its place, like nothing happened. Except that it wasn’t like that at all. Truth was: she was just postponing the moment of HURT, a weak try to simply not face all the troubles & pain she had been through.

                     But did she really want Luna to do the same? Did she want her to hide her feelings, just so that they will only hurt MORE later? Sighing, the smile died on Siria’s lips.

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                                  ❝ Can you blame them? Or better—- are you?                                                              The same as before, I mean. ❞

                     Siria had NEVER cried. Not in public, & definitely not in front of people that weren’t Jamie or Remus or Petra. If she did cry, it was in her most private moments – & she could have counted them on the fingertips of one hand.

                     But that time was different. Blame it on the stress she was forced to perceive, due to the responsibilities ❪ something she had never had to deal with before ❫; blame it on the deaths of people she knew, of people she cared… Siria crumpled, bursting into tears she tried to cover by looking down. However, she couldn’t control the sobs that were shaking her.

I think the 3rd is fab.