WEASLEY, rose nymphadora

[rose nymphadora weasley]

ROSE NYMPHADORA WEASLEY

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see this heart, won't settle down, like a child running scared from a clown.
i'm terrified of what you do, my stomach screams just when i look at you.
run far away, so i can breathe, even though you're far from suffocating me.
i can't set my hopes too high 'cause every hello ends with a goodbye.

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[/b] rose nymphadora weasley
AGE/DOB: seventeen, june fourteenth
YEAR: seventh
HOUSE: ravenclaw
OCCUPATION: student
AFFILIATION: order supporter
SEXUALITY: heterosexual[/SIZE]
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[/b] Rose's hair has changed only in length throughout her life so far. The color is hard to describe, as many factors affect how it appears to people. In a general sense, it is a very bright red that usually appears orange; in soft light, it's gold hues come out, while in hard light, a reddish-gold color highlights the thick strands. Wetness is also a factor in the color it appears to be; a generalization would be to say that the more saturated it is with water, the darker and shinier her hair appears. but then again, that's true with all hair, isn't it? Rose's bangs are parted at the right and fall from her hairline into her eyes; usually, some section of them is pinned up with a cute bow or barrette or ribbon. The rest of her hair falls down freely in ringlets, the curls thick and never cooperating enough to stay tied up when she tries to. She rarely applies a straightening charm to it, since it takes too complicated to do on a daily basis, but on special occasions she may. She usually, however, straightens her bangs quickly and easily. As for the rest of her hair - until about this past summer, the thick curls had reached their peak and went down to her mid-back, but upon entering her seventh year at Hogwarts, Rose felt that she needed to look older and more mature, and thus the scissors came out. So, after angling three mirrors, one of them full-length, to allow herself to see the back of her head as she cut, the petite wizard snipped off the long strands. Too late before she realized that the shorter hair made her look even more childish. The result was a head of uneven choppy layers almost down to her shoulders, but it didn't look bad so she didn't feel the need to go to a parlor and get it fixed up. And, although she preferred how she looked a lot older with the longer hair, she will agree that the shorter strands are much easier to manage. Now, in the back, her hair ends at the nape of her neck, while in the front it falls down a little passed her shoulders, the effect being that of an angled upside-down u.
EYE DETAILS: The petite girl's most prominent feature would have to be her eyes - not because they're particularly beautiful, but because they're so expressive. They're wide and round, and seem to draw people in. Framed by long eyelashes, they are brilliant hues of blue, from shades of cerulean and indigo, to amethyst and sapphire, and sometimes even almost black. If one were to look closely, one wold find that, amidst the bright pools of blue, lighter speckles - in a color that could almost be called icy blue - dot her arises. Her eyes lay out all her emotions for the world to see - her eyes are, truly, the windows to her soul. just by looking at them, one would know what she was thinking.
WEIGHT/BUILD: Despite her petite, seemingly fragile body, Rose is surprisingly fit for someone of such a small frame. Looking at her childlike face and cherubic cheeks, her slim neck, narrow shoulders tapering down into a flat chest and a slight waist beside even slighter arms and small hands, no one could possible imagine the agility she holds.

Barely reaching five feet at her tallest on her tippy-toes, Rose is not the type of person anyone would consider imposing. She is thin, but not underweight at all for her height at about ninety pounds. But, her limbs are skinny, despite her strength, and make her appear frail and weak. However, her bones do break easily, as she has learned through various childhood experiences. Yet, when people see the small fragile-looking girl, they tend to think that she is underweight. Even if she were average height, she would still appear to be so small and delicate looking that most would overlook her or just pass her off as a little kid.

She's neither heavily built, nor voluptuous and curvy. Instead, she has a plain thin body, with a flat chest and only a slightly narrow waist, giving her the overall appearance of a young, prepubescent girl. It's not a body that would turn heads, and her height doesn't help that fact either. Although, this may be due to the fact that she has yet to hit puberty, and is still awaiting a growth spurt. Due to this, and her height, she's not exactly gaunt; her sparse curves somehow manage to be soft, other than her protruding collar bones and back bones. Her frame is delicate-looking and petite, her arms thin and frail, her hands small with thin, short fingers. Her small size gives her an advantage, however, by making her quick, agile, and light, although her clumsiness does happen to hinder that speed often, resulting with her tripping over her own two feet.
HEIGHT: The first thing one would notice about Rose would be her height - or lack thereof. It's not that she's terribly short - like, primordial short - but rather that she's petite. On her tippy-toes, she's barely under five feet flat, just a few centimeters, actually, but the difference is not worthy enough to note in her mind. If asked her height, Rose would reply 'five feet,' the little white lie having been uttered by her lips often enough for her to almost believe it true - almost - and that it may seem that she says it proudly, maybe even a bit arrogantly, as if she were very defensive about the matter. Even as if she were daring anyone to challenge her about it. Although, she has come to terms with the fact that, at seventeen years old, she has little time to actually reach five feet. Her height disables her from being able to see above the heads of most others, and forces her to stand in the front whenever group pictures are taken. Because of this, she hates it. Still, she has a few years to get a growth spurt - it's not that she stopped growing at a young age, but that she's just always been small for her age.
DIFFERENCES: If Rose were to be asked what her 'special features' where, she'd reply that she had none. Whereas she doesn't hate everything about her appearance, she does hate some of it. Rose hates her hair. She hates how bright it is and how it stands out, and she hates how curly it is. She hates how round her face is, how childlike it makes her look, like she's still twelve years old. She hates how short she is, and wishes she would just hurry up and grow. She hates how flat her chest is and how she lacks a figure, and how it makes her look like a little kid. And she hates how plain she looks. She's envious of those gorgeous tall, dark-haired models with straight hair and to-die-for bodies, and although it may seem a bit vain, she wishes she looked like them. She also hates how expressive her eyes are, but she loves the color. And, while she may hate these things about her appearance, they are the things that make her stand out.
STYLE: When it comes to clothing, Rose chooses whatever she deems comfortable. At Hogwarts, she wears the uniform skirt and robes with few to no alterations, often trying to make her skirt a bit longer and sometimes forgetting to tie the tie if she's in a rush or too tired to care. (This, however, often leads to embarrassment, and she usually tries to remember to tie it.) Also, she doesn't care enough to tuck in the shirt, as the sweater or robe usually covers it anyway.

Outside of school and on weekends, Rose will usually just pick any random outfit and throw it on. Often, she will wear jeans, basketball shorts, cargo pants, skirts, or dresses with hooded shirts or sweaters in the winter, and t-shirts or any other kind of shirt in the warmer months. She dresses modestly, preferring that her skirts and dresses don't rise above her knees, and mostly she wears pastel or bright colors - pinks and yellows and whites. Boots or sandals or sneakers are fine shoes for her, and she prefers her clothes loose, since they allow more room to move and she is constantly moving around. She doesn't care about makeup like most girls her age do, and her hair is rarely tied up, instead adorned with a simple ribbon or bow to hold part of her bangs back.
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[/b] daisies, rabbits; singing; cooking & baking; nature; hugs; sunrises; the color pink; sweets; strawberries; her family & friends; the scent of jasmine & vanilla; sunlight; animals; mythology; climbing trees; fireflies; adages; stars; snow; happy endings.
LOATHES: rain; fighting; the scent of roses; violence; crying; feeling vulnerable & helpless; being ill; blood; darkness & small spaces; loneliness; death; thunder & lightning; storms; darkness; clouds; sad endings.
BOGGART: her, alone, in a crowd where no one can hear her and no one acknowledges her and no one notices her at all. Rose's greatest fear is being forgotten. This may be partially because of her large extended family - there are so many relatives that she has been overlooked at gatherings more than once, and she doesn't want to be 'just another Weasley.' She wants to be set herself apart and be her own person.
DEMENTOR: Right before Rose's fourth year at Hogwarts, the family went to Diagon Alley to get supplies with the rest of the extended family like every year. This year was different though. Rose had just gotten a new book, and she was lagging behind the rest of her family, nose in the book, reading intently when a pair of hands wrapped themselves around her waist and covered her mouth, pulling her into an alleyway. The men that had dragged her into there had intentions to rape her, but luckily, her father had noticed she had gone missing, and spotted her book on the ground outside the entrance to Knockturn Alley, pages face down to the floor. He knew that Rose would never leave a book like that, and so he went running through Knockturn Alley like a madman, looking for his daughter. When he found her, he reported the men who had taken her, and then carried her back. The family returned home then, deciding to complete their shopping another day, but the incident stayed in Rose's memory for a long time.
PATRONUS: memory , When Rose was about four or five years old, there was a huge party with her entire family at the burrow. She doesn't remember the reason because she was so young at the time - it was probably a birthday or something - but somehow, through all the festivities, she ended up lost in the house and locked in a small dark closet. No one came to get her for hours, during which time Rose was hopelessly scared. She thought that they had all forgotten about her. When they finally did find her, she was huddled into a corner and crying. Her dad comforted her and alleviated her fears, but she still came out to be afraid of darkness and small spaces. After she was found in the dark closet and taken out, her dad gave her a small bronze bell, and told her that whenever she rang it, he would come running, and that she should use it whenever she needed his help. Ever since then, she's kept the bell with her, but has not rung it once. After all, he's a busy man and she doesn't want to disturb him.

animal , a porcupine - Porcupine's are faithful and trusting, unassuming and reminiscent of childhood innocence and wonder. If Rose were to be an animal, she would be a porcupine. They are good-natured, sweet and childlike, and carry a defense that they rarely use and only when feeling threatened.
AMORENTIA: after-rain scent, jasmine blossoms, strawberries, fresh snow.
VERITASERUM: rose wants to be more assertive. she acknowledges that she's passive and naive and that people can easily walk all over her, and she hates it. whenever she sees outgoing, vivacious people, she envies them and wishes she were more like them, but when the time comes for her to be like that, she's just never able to do it herself. to her, it's a lot easier to see someone else do it and just envy them from the sidelines. also, although she wouldn't admit it and doesn't do much physically to change it, she hates her spindly, wiry prepubescent childlike figure. it is not a body that would turn heads, and although she is far from being desperate for a guy, it would be nice once in a while if the opposite sex looked at her as more than just a child for once. honestly, she's not sure if most people know she's not a second year.
STRENGTHS: cheerful; loving; easy to please; is very intelligent; puts others before herself; helpful; retains a childlike innocence; determined to change the world; has pride in her family; brave and committed; thoughtful and sensitive; compassionate; friendly; has a big heart.
WEAKNESSES: too eager to please others; has an inferiority complex and thinks that everyone is better than she is; sensitive to criticism; clueless; will avoid confrontation at all costs; physically weak; a bit of a door-mat; lacks self-esteem; impulsive; wears her heart on her sleeve; honest to the point of bluntness; controlled by her fears; clumsy; stubborn; does not believe in herself.
OVERVIEW: fiesty , tenacious, energetic, prepared to stand and fight, especially in spite of relatively small stature or some other disadvantage; this would probably be the most accurate description of little rose weasley. while she may be meek most of the time, when enraged, she can be pretty monstrous (not really, but she likes to think she can). but honestly, if you push her buttons one too many times, you should be scared, because she's inherited that infamous weasley temper and she is just as feisty as her mother. yes, enemies. beware.

insecure , subject to fears, doubts, etc.; not self-confident or assured. Rose is probably the most insecure person you will ever meet. In her family, she has always been compared to her relatives and ancestors. Because of this - and the fact that she rarely lives up to her father's expectations of her - she has developed an inferiority complex of sorts. She was never as good as her many cousins in her own eyes - always too shy, too small, too weak. Her family has always expected too much of Rose, and because of this, she has become sensitive to criticism, no matter how constructively it is presented. She often tries to hide this, but the fact of the matter is that she takes criticism as a personal attack. Her inferiority complex leads her to avoid competitions - since she pretty much feels that she cannot win - , not try out for the Quidditch team again -, that fear that she won't make it onto the team, on top of her fear of heights - , and to have a tendency of seclusiveness and timidity.

sweet , amiable; kind or gracious. Rose is a sweet and gentle soul, generally likable and friendly, with many qualms about saying 'no.' She isn't judgmental and tends to think the best of people, which can often land her in trouble. She has always been almost childish in her naivety, far too trusting. She is stubborn in her beliefs, too narrow-minded for her own good, which she gets from her mother. For the most part, however, Rose acts her age: young. She is quite innocent and can become nervous and embarrassed easily.

naive , having or showing unaffected simplicity of nature or absence of artificiality; unsophisticated; having or showing a lack of experience, judgment, or information. Although many people may bully her and disregard her because of her scrawny build, she still manages to keep her innocence and amiability in tact, two of her more appealing qualities. This, however, makes her easy prey. She is often pushed around and roughened into situations she'd rather not be involved in, as well.

clumsy , awkward in movement or action; without skill or grace. Rose is definitely the clumsiest person at Hogwarts. On a normal day, she is very clumsy, tending to run into things or tripping and falling. She'd trip over a blade of grass if it hit her foot the wrong way.

stubborn , unreasonably obstinate; obstinately unmoving. Despite her constant attempts to keep an open mind and reluctance to take a stand and fight, Rose has a surprising stubborn streak for such a small timid girl. Once her mind fixates on an idea it doesn't shake loose easily. Her non-existent self-esteem serves as the perfect example. No matter the compliments or praise she receives, no matter the dormant talent she discovers and awakens, no matter the people who try day after day to reach her, the idea that Rose will one day consider herself more than just a little worthless girl is laughable.

sensitive , having acute mental or emotional sensibility; aware of and responsive to the feelings of others. Most can tell upon first meeting her that she possesses a gentle, patient, malleable nature and has many generous qualities that allow her to be friendly, good-natured, kind and compassionate. She is sensitive to those around her, and can often pick up on how others feel immediately. In such cases, she will respond with the utmost sympathy and tact to any suffering she encounters. Many people tend to be drawn to her due to her easy going, affectionate, submissive nature, and she generally offers no threat or challenge to stronger and more exuberant characters. She can easily accept those around her and when thrown in a situation she doesn't agree with, if trying to extricate herself has failed, she will simply adapt, accepting what has happened.

shy and quiet, yet cheerful; anxious; loving; eager to please and easy to please; puts others before herself; wants people to like her; helpful; has an inferiority complex; sensitive to criticism; innocent, clueless, and naive; will avoid confrontation at all costs; a bit of a door-mat; wants to change the world; has pride in her family; meek; lacks self-esteem; brave and committed; impulsive; wears her heart on her sleeve; honest to the point of bluntness; thoughtful and sensitive to the emotions of others; controlled by her fears; compassionate; friendly; clumsy; has a big heart; cannot hold a grudge; stubborn; strong-willed; thinks everyone's better than she is. [/SIZE]
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[/b] hermione jean granger, 43, former gryffindor, department of margical law enforcement.
FATHER: ronald billius weasley, 43, former gryffindor, auror.
SIBLINGS: hugo weasley.
OTHER IMPORTANT FIGURES: there are way too many to list, but basically all the Weasleys and Potters.
WEALTH STATUS: middleclass.
BIRTHPLACE: ottery st. catchpole
CURRENT RESIDENCE: hogwarts
OVERVIEW: Like that of most, Rose's history starts off with her parents. Ron Weasley and Hermione Grander met in their first year at Hogwarts, but it wasn't until their seventh year that they After Dark Lord was gone and the wizarding world was at peace once more, the two married. They first had a daughter, Rose Nymphadora, and then one year later, a son, Hugo.

Rose was born on june fourteenth, an early summer day when the sun was shining and the daffodils were blossoming. From the moment she first opened her eyes, revealing bright blue irises, and from the shock of red hair on her head, her parents could guess that she had inherited traits from the Weasley side of the family. And as she grew, her hair becoming brighter and her skin becoming frecklier, everyone knew that this initial prediction would stay true to itself, and she would henceforth be more easily classified as a 'Weasley' than as a 'Granger.'

Rose's childhood was a happy one, with her extended family - aunts, uncles, and many cousins included. This was good, though; she liked having her family there almost all the time, whenever she needed them, and even when she didn't. She grew up with a sort of fondness of being surrounded by people, influencing her personality as she would grow up, for there was a great variety of personality traits around her as she grew up. Her parents were both caring and kind, warm and sincere in all their actions, as were her aunts and uncles. From her dad she inherited a sort of insecurity, as if she didn't live up to her family's expectations; from her mom she received a love of learning and some book-smarts. But her brother and cousins were the ones who possessed the big medley of traits, some of them being jovial and caring, clever and kind, impassive yet warm. Rose was often told that, being one the youngest of all her cousins, she was a combination of all of them: somewhat bright and very amiable, cheery and whimsical; and also that she picked up characteristics of her own: sheepish and adamant, yet somehow naive and emotional, carefree vulnerable in her deep emotions. She was just a big mess of things, a small creature easily influenced and picking up traits from everyone she met. A big jumble of things, complicated and complex. She can still remember wishing that, when she was told this, she were more simple, less deep. That she would be like everyone else and wouldn't stand out with her bright red hair and freckly-yet-somehow-pale skin. She was just too different, and from a young age, she started to resent that.

Despite her secret acrimony towards these things, her childhood was a happy one, carefree and cheerful, just as she was. The family of five was close-knit, and would often spend time with relatives and family friends, or go on picnics and walks and such, not to mention the family gatherings and parties at the Burrow.

One of Rose's favorite family gatherings, however, was always Quidditch games. She started to love Quidditch at an early age, particularly because her dad had played and her aunt had decided to pursue it as a career after Hogwarts. from a young age, her brother and cousins would play a sort of downgraded version of Quidditch with her, and she received her first broom - a Junior Cleansweep - at the age of five. Playing with her cousins was always fun, although they were always closer to each other than they were to her, probably because she was a girl and the youngest, and they might have seen that as a reason to keep her protected and sheltered. She was very close with her cousins, too, particularly Albus, who knew how she felt about parents whose expectations they would have to meet.

The summer after her eleventh birthday, she received her Hogwarts letter. That August, the family found themselves in Diagon Alley, where Rose received her first pet, a small pygmy owl with russet feathers and amber eyes. She was originally drawn to it because of its small size and adorable-looking stature, but she soon grew to love it for more than just appearances. She named it Adelais.

And the following September, little Rose was off on the Hogwarts express, accompanied by both siblings and various cousins.

Once the first years had sailed across the lake during a thunder storm (through which Rose had cowered in the boat for most of the time) and had arrived in the castle, soaking wet and dripping on the floors, they were assembled outside of the doors to the Great Hall and lined up in alphabetical order, before proceeding into an enormous room in which at least three hundred people were seated. All eyes were on the first years, and little Rose Weasley, with her bright red hair, felt herself shrinking into the crowd, keeping her head low and trying to blend in. Her anxiety only grew as names started to be called, and one by one the eleven-year-olds were seated on a stool with the Sorting Hat placed on their heads. Her cousin and best friend until that point, Albus Potter, was sorted into Slytherin, to everyone's surprise. (Rose feared that this would mean the end of their friendship, but she later learned that it didn't.) Finally, the name Weasley, Rose rang out, and Rose scampered to the stool and sat down, as the hat was put on her head. It was big enough that it slipped right over her eyes and ears, stopping at her nose. Rose was frightened, to put it lightly, as the hat sat there, debating with itself whether she should go into Gryffindor or Ravenclaw, and the few moments she had to sit there felt like they lasted forever. Just the thought that this hat could hear all her thoughts was scary enough - anyone would be frightened with all that magic on their heads. Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity, the small girl was sorted into Ravenclaw. She hurried off the stool as soon as "Ravenclaw!" was cried out and hastily placed the hat back on the stool before running toward the Ravenclaw table. Just her luck, though, Rose tripped on her way off the stool and fell flat on her face. For the rest of her time at Hogwarts, none of the students would let that down, and most labeled her as a klutz from that moment.

Right before Rose's fourth year at Hogwarts, the family went to Diagon Alley to get supplies with the rest of the extended family like every year. This year was different though. Rose had just gotten a new book, and she was lagging behind the rest of her family, nose in the book, reading intently when dirty hands wrapped themselves around her waist and mouth and tugged her into the dark alleyway. The men that had dragged her into there had intentions to rape her, but luckily, her father had noticed she had gone missing, and spotted her book on the ground outside the entrance to Knockturn Alley, pages face down to the floor. He knew that Rose would never leave a book like that, and so he went running through Knockturn Alley like a madman, looking for his daughter. When he found her, he stunned the men who had taken her, and then carried her back. She barely left his side for more than a year after the incident.

Hogwarts was as great as she had expected, Rose soon found out; she just had to learn how to keep her curiosity in check and not go wandering off. She did, however, soon find out that of her cousins broke various rules on a daily basis usually, but she knew that she herself could never get away with it. She was too shy, too intimidated by many things to do any drastic rule-breaking. What's more, she found that both her family had reputations there. In her second year, she made it onto the Quidditch team as a chaser, but in third year, during a match in a thunderstorm, the wind blew Rose off her broom stick. The hundred foot plunge onto the ground left her in the hospital wing for a week, and she's been scared of heights since. These days, Rose has been thinking about where she'll be in five years. Now, in her last year at Hogwarts, she'd just like to live her life and take one day at a time, never knowing what the future holds for her. [/SIZE]
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[/b] pinky!
AGE: seventeen
GENDER: female
EXPERIENCE: six or seven years
MEMBER TITLE: um.. i dunno? hahaa, is this just like the house and year and stuff?
SECRET WORD: ADMIN EDIT
ANYTHING ELSE?:
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The wind was a soft, tender whisper through the night, brushing the young girl's cheek softly in passing. It came from the south, where the river lay, undisturbed in the darkness of the night, and went towards the north, toward which the small girl faced at the moment. Her dark hair blew lightly in the wind, the darkness bringing out its amethyst tints, and she raised a hand to push the strands back, only for them to be blown back onto her face. Bright violet eyes grazed over the layout of land that lay so peacefully below her, passing over each of the headstones the jutted out of the land in arranged order -- rows and rows of headstones beneath which hundreds, or perhaps thousands, of motionless bodies lay, with their unseeing eyes and still hands. So many beings gathered in this one spot... yet, none of them would ever again see day.

It was curious how Mirany had picked this particular night to visit the cemetery. It was far from a perfect night -- sure, there were stars glittering high in the sky with a sparkling radiance, curled in ribbons around the bright sliver of the waning crescent that was the moon. The breeze was neither strong nor cold, but carried a certain touch of potential energy, as if something great would happen on this night -- as if it needed to prepare itself. The sky itself was a dark curtain of velvety black, stars littered across its surface. Yet, everything was far from perfect, for the natural beauty of the night was hidden behind haze of clouds, and a mist had settled around the surface of the cemetery, causing the passing light of the moon to bathe everything in an eerie glowing light. So, why was it that the young girl had chosen such a creepy night to visit a place so depressing?

Even she herself knew not.

The night was calm, the quiet stillness and silence enveloping the vicinity of soul-less bodies, not with a serene sense of security, but with a smothering restlessnes -- as if something were going to happen, and the late night fog had done the perfect job of setting the scene. The moon and stars allowed just enough light for Mirany to see where she was going, but more would have been appreciated. And, despite the spectral quality of the night, it was a rare night -- rare because the light pollution from the nearby city of Tokyo didn't disturb the darkness of the night with its hazy fumes. No, the mist and clouds did that job just fine without help from the light pollution.

So, on a night so macabre, why would a small girl who usually disliked the night go to visit the cemetery on such a night? There was no reason for it: she had never known anyone who was now deceased -- well, anyone whom she had actually known. But maybe she had just felt the need to, or maybe she just needed to get out of the house, and this was the first place she went to.

Even if it was an eerie night full of potential horrors, and even if Mirany hadn't ever known her mother before she had passed away, she left her spot at the top of the hill on whose side the tombstones were placed, and traveled down the rows, picking up a small petunia that had struggled to grow between some bushes. Her mid-calf length pink boots made a small tap with each step she took, and the wind rustled the many gossamer layers of the white knee-length skirt she wore, until she finally stopped in front of one particular headstone -- one on which the name of her mother was inscribed.

Mirany knelt, placed the yellow flower in front of the headstone, and read the words that were engraved into it. They were words that she had read so many times that she had probably had them memorized by now. She had never personally known her mother, but now that she was gone, there was nothing Mirany could do about that, except honor her with a small petunia. Just a small flower for the life that that woman had given Mirany -- it seemed like a terribly selfish trade to Mirany. But, there was just nothing more she could do. Perhaps leaving the house in the dead of the night on a particularly eerie night would count for something.

Speaking of particularly eerie, just as the small Kurosaki girl stood up to leave, a cacophony of screams split through the air, and Mirany tensed, spinning around to face the direction from which it had come. Heart pounding in her throat, the small girl spun towards where it had come from and started running in that direction, acting purely on impulse, for there was nothing she could possible do were she to find some sort of monster there. Her curiosity only grew when a group of kids around her age ran from that direction, expressions of fear on their face, and along with it, Mirany's own fear grew. But she wasn't thinking, so she wasn't exactly aware of it at the moment.

She had reached the top of the hill by the time she stopped to catch her breath, but by then, the sound of the screams were far behind her, newly replaced by the caws of a flock of black birds leaving the area; Mirany shielded herself against them as they flew into the direction from which she had come, raising her forearms against their flurry of ebony feathers. And when they cleared up, the only thing left in their wake was a boy, sitting on the ground, staring at spot from which they had come. Mirany didn't know what she was doing as she walked over to him and held out a small hand to help him up -- for all she knew, he could have been the monster that had caused the previous clamor of shrieks and retreating ravens. But she wasn't one of judge, so, with her hand outstretched to him, she asked in a quiet voice, afraid to disturb the sudden stillness of the night, "Are you all right?"

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fabulously done
i now want to see a porcupine attack a dementor
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