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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Sept 18, 2007 16:57:18 GMT -5
Storm stepped into the Room of Requirements, she entered the room where it reflected the best. Ironically she called it the room of mirrors, she sat in the middle the cool floor dark black and watched as hundreds of her reflected everywhere, it was a place where she could truly see herself, people thought that she was nothing more than a narcissist, self obsessed, this was her room when she wanted to see what people could see. When looking at the first sight, she saw a pale girl with dark hair, her clothes made her look even more pale as her black jeans and navy shirt clung to shape. She buried her head in her knees when she did the most forbidden thing in her life. Tears leaked onto the floor as she heard the sound of whimpering, she realized it was herself. She felt weak vulnerable as she looked up to truly see someone in pain, the image made her gasp this was not how she imagined herself.
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Post by Ryan Magby on Sept 18, 2007 17:00:17 GMT -5
Ryan was walking down the corridor when he saw the door to the Room of Requirement "Hmm I wonder who is in there" he said quietly and he slightly opened the door to see a slytherin girl that he knew but just barely. Ryan looked around at all the mirrors and thought to himself "Wow".
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Sept 18, 2007 17:04:38 GMT -5
Storm gasped and turned her head to see Ryan walk in, she jumped up and wiped her eyes on her sleeves stepping back away from him. She took a sharp intake of air and said her voice reverberating from all corners of the room.
"Can I help you?" she asked him, she didn't want him to see her like this, she didn't want pity, it would only make her feel weaker than she already felt.
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Post by Ryan Magby on Sept 18, 2007 17:06:56 GMT -5
Ryan looked at her "Just curious as to who would be in the Room this late" he said and he looked around.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Sept 18, 2007 17:10:25 GMT -5
She slackened slightly and crossed her arms trying to return to her cool composure that she put up, her defensive mechanism kicking in, not wanting to get too close to anyone.
"Apparently me." she said balling her hands into fist, he didn't seem to notice anything about her and sighed relaxing slightly.
"It's beautiful in here isn't it." something about the room made Storm shiver, in a odd sense it was beautiful, the dark floor reflected in every mirror that covered all the walls, like a funhouse, only the mirrors didn't distort what it was reflecting.
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Post by Ryan Magby on Sept 18, 2007 17:13:28 GMT -5
Ryan looked around "In a way it is" he said. "In another way it seems kind of creepy"
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Sept 18, 2007 17:18:04 GMT -5
She smiled understanding what he meant, she remembered the first time she asked for this room, she wanted a place where she could reflect on herself, the room revealed the room of mirrors, which she sought refuge in it whenever she felt like she wanted to isolate herself, whenever she felt like she was going to be harmed emotionally.
"What do you see?" she asked him curiously she wanted to know what people saw in themselves, not what others saw in them.
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Post by Ryan Magby on Sept 18, 2007 17:20:51 GMT -5
Ryan looked into the mirror and he saw himself with the 3 girls that had been in his mind for a long time now, but he could not tell anyone that, especially a slytherin that knows 2 of the girls. "I just see myself, I look a little tired" he lied still looking at the mirror.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Sept 18, 2007 17:27:35 GMT -5
Storm had an uncanny ability to sense a lie, but pushed it away, it was none of her buisness.
"I see a troubled young guy tryign to deal with a problem much greater than he has come across, but I also see a guy who can be strong when needed, supportive even." that was her way of reassuring him, despite not knowing what the problem is.
"Form myself I see a weak girl clinging to threads of hope snapping day by day, I see her trying to grasp onto the unattainable, looking up at something that has been taken, but yet she till struggles to hold on, because even us Slytherins have hearts." she said the last part maliciously she had said something deep, without explaining much, she had recently found herself sharing things with people she barely knew, maybe she wanted to be harmed, she felt that she wanted someone to take her mind away from the current happenings.
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Post by Ryan Magby on Sept 18, 2007 17:30:04 GMT -5
Ryan looked at her "So i take it that you have lost Chase to Dru then?" he said knowing that she had no clue he actually knew what she meant.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Sept 18, 2007 17:36:11 GMT -5
She snapped her jaw shut, slightly aggravated that he knew, she wanted to lash out at him, to blame it on him, but that would be unreasonable, his blunt statement sent her to a state of numbness, for a second she couldn't feel herself, but quickly composed herself and shrugged.
"I don't know, I haven't seen him, but I lost him to myself." as much as that statement may have been confusing, she would allow him to take it in anyway he wanted.
"I presume, you have been having girl troubles as well so who is it Ryan, a poor innocent young girl, or more Slytherins other than Vannah?" she still remembered his name, despite the last time seeing him was a long time ago.
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Post by Ryan Magby on Sept 18, 2007 17:40:08 GMT -5
Ryan looked at her "Im with Vannah now, no problems" he lied as he put a smile on.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Sept 18, 2007 17:42:03 GMT -5
She snorted sensing his lie once again.
"I'm happy for you." she said dropping the subject her face holding no emotion at all.
"I haven't seen much of you around, preoccupied?" she asked him striking up conversation.
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Post by Ryan Magby on Sept 18, 2007 17:46:36 GMT -5
Ryan looked at her "Been down at the pitch mostly, practicing quidditch and hanging out with Vannah."
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Sept 18, 2007 17:54:48 GMT -5
"The pitch, so I take it you play Quidditch." she grimaced hating the sport to the pits of hell, she had bad experiences with the sport, but she was very good on a broom.
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