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Post by October Cricket on May 31, 2006 17:52:50 GMT -5
Looking at the portrait filled October with rage. She was angry at him, naturally, for what he had done, but mostly at herself for not seeing him for what he really was until he betrayed their family. He sat up and raised her arm to throw the protrait at the wall, to watch it shatter into a million pieces.
Suddenly, the rational side of her mind kicked in and commanded her to stop. Her dropped her arm, her fist still clutching the portrait. October couldn't destroy it. She just couldn't. It was her last connection with the past. The portrait was her only reminder of how happy she was when he was alive. Without it, rage would probably consume her and be released in all the wrong ways. October closed her eyes and breathed deeply in order to soothe her anger. It relaxed her a bit, but not much.
Opening her eyes, October picked up the portrait and stuffed it into her nearby bookbag, just so she didn't have to look at it anymore.
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Post by Mesedj Sebayet on Jun 1, 2006 10:14:59 GMT -5
Mesedj stared at the crystal orb, running one finger lightly over the top. "Show me the future," she whispered, losing herself in visions of the past, present and future.
Herself as a baby, toddling around the excavation her parents were working. The Dark Lord giving her and Bellatrix the Mark just a few days ago. Lucius, Regulus, October, and Alea sitting downstairs in the common room. A dark-haired young man in Gryffindor robes lying in the hospital wing- and at the foot of the bed she could see herself arguing fiercely with Bellatrix.
She snapped out of her trance, blinking with confusion, and, still disoriented, promptly fell off her chair with a loud crash.
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Post by wowposter on Sept 5, 2008 17:31:06 GMT -5
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Post by wowposter on Sept 10, 2008 12:50:04 GMT -5
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