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Calla and Open

Life wasn’t fair sometimes, Calla realised. Life was awful, and sometimes people made mistakes that made them seem even more bad. Looking through the photo album, she felt her heart break. Her sisters were all grown up, and all the promises they made were gone in the wind. Merlin, Calla hated herself so much for this; after all, she was the reason why. She promised growing up with them, guiding them through every step of the way. Her proud sister Astor. Her baby sister Rowan. It broke her heart to pass them in the corridors everyday, without a sign of acknowledgement or anything. Because there was nothing Calla wanted more than to just hold her sisters close and tell them that she loved them.

The last task had brought a lot of things into perspective. The doubts crept into her mind again, and the Ravenclaw questioned herself. Was it really worth it? Was any of this worth it? No, Calla couldn’t afford to think like that. She just couldn’t. Because if she did, they would be onto her like sharks. And the Ravenclaw girl did not intend to drown. But at the same time, holding it all in seemed to break her.

As much as she hated to attempt it sometimes, Astor knew she spent more time in the library than most students. She could even compete very competitively with some of the Ravenclaw students. 

sammie & open

In which Stevie is a superhero spy who is currently leading an undercover mission.

Open

So maybe he was dead off about his neighbour. It just couldn’t be them, then who could it be? Was his whole mission a clever scheme, a distraction? Sitting his living room and pondering, Stevie looked at the door. Maybe it was time for a little neighbourly chat.

Having just finished an interview with a city council member, Liam was attempting to make sense of the scribble that decorated his notepad. He was tired, both physically and mentally. His newspaper job was only supposed to be temporary, but he was entering his 7th month of working with the gazette. Countless voicemails had been left with the local radio station, but he never received a call back.

Randall crossed one leg over the other as he sat silently in the vacant Divination classroom. He had a firm belief that the readings of the tea leaves and the cloudy mysteries of the crystal ball could predict near comings of the future. With his days at Hogwarts drawing to a close, an ideal path was to be sought.

Cat and Open

Catalina Del Gardo, the envelope said in a beautiful yet sharp handwriting; her mother’s, no doubt. She opened it like she opened all her letters from home; with trembling hands and a beating heart. She never liked hearing from home, never liked it how her mother had to mention what her cousin Maria did in her school or how uncle José’s son had managed to secure a job at the Ministry.

Sitting all by herself, like an island in the middle of the Study Hall, Cat read. And cried a little on the inside. She hated being compared; it made her feel small and insignificant. Like everything she did would eventually amount to nothing. And it made her sad, which in turn made her feel weak and then angry. And her anger, she would bestow on people.

Fletcher and Open

Being in the Hospital Wing was giving Fletcher more than enough time to brew in his thoughts. While the Skele-Gro potion tried to work it’s miracle on the broken nose, the Hufflepuff looked around the room. Aunt Mina told him he was suffering from a case of teenage angst and that it was quite common in boys his age, but punching people was still wrong and he shouldn’t have done it.

One of his friends left him a loom band making kit, and after several minutes of silent brooding, he decided to get to work on them. It was muscle memory, and it was fun to make them. He tried to think of happy thoughts, of his friends when he made them. It was complete handwork, but it was cathartic, relaxing.