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Posts: 184 Member Since:06/18/05 May 7 12 8:18 PM
Sylvie Carrington
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Anna didn't, for the life of her, want to go back into the common room – not even to pass through on the way to her bed, because she didn't particularly want to be in the dormitory either. She'd only been back inside of the castle for about five minutes before the usual crowd of fifth year Slytherins was sniggering behind her back (admittedly, they were the same crowd who usually sniggered whenever she so much as breathed in their general direction), and she didn't want to hear what the obnoxious denizens of Gryffindor house had to say about her front page appearance in The Daily Prophet that morning. She didn't want to hear what anyone had to say, at all, ever. In fact, she wanted to kill anyone who so much as looked at her. She'd already survived one brawl that day, but it had been with the whomping willow. She'd made it out with only a nosebleed, the evidence of which was now long gone. She wished there was somewhere she could hide. She'd share a confined space with a creature with any number of teeth if it meant she didn't have to face her classmates. She was walking with the tip of her wand pressed up against the stone walls of the castle. It was emitting a series of white sparks as she walked along dragging it beside her. The sparks jumped frantically from the walls to the floor before fizzling out in mid air. Producing sparks was pretty much brainless and required no incantation once you knew how, so she let them fly. Anna looked a bit ethereal walking through the dim, torch-lit corridors trailed by a sparkling, ephemeral tail – almost like a ghost. She felt like one, too. All day her insides had fluctuated between boiling temperatures and freezing ones – from harboring anger beyond belief to containing a numb but heavy sadness. So far she felt no panic, though. That was a relief. The last thing she needed was to give the masses a demonstration of just how crazy she really was. She refused to cry today. She refused to melt down. All she wanted was to be left alone so she could deal with this somehow. She wished they'd let her go home. She needed time to adjust to the fact that now people would know all of the things she hoped they never would. It made her feel like she was a different person now, somehow. At the end of the day, Anna Shanahan cared very much how people saw her. News like this changed perspectives. It would change people's definition of who she was. That was completely unfair. Nothing she'd ever done in her entire life mattered now that she was publicly crazy, publicly damaged, and publicly weak. If she was going to be weird, she wanted to be weird on her own terms. The god damned Prophet had taken that option away from her. She walked along, numb but stewing, and trailing sparks. They were the only lovely thing to come of this rotten day and even they had to vanish, one by one, as she walked along and left them to fade.
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