Crying (Open)

[maia-lynn faith hart]

Mai looked at herself in the mirror, taking deep breaths as she tried to calm herself, but it wasn't working, she knew she was going to be late for class but she didn't care, she couldn't let anyone see her like this. She sniffed and dabbed at her eyes with a tissue.

Unable to hold it in any longer, Mai burst into tears, weak sobs escaping her lips. Today was her mothers birthday, memories of helping her father bake a cake and ending up getting covered in flour and eggs filled her head. She was glad that there was no one else around and prayed that no one would come in and see her like this.

She slid down against the wall and hugged her knees to her chest. "I miss you." She whispered, fingering her mothers diamond earrings that she was wearing. "Why did you have to go."

[dominique]

The halls of Hogwarts seemed awfully empty to Dominique Hastings. Everyone of her footfalls echoed as they clattered off the floor. To be truthful, it left the seventeen year old feeling slightly uncomfortable. If Nique (as everyone called her, Dominique seems to be much too long) had to be compared to an animal, it would probably be a cat. She much prefered to quitely stalk through the hallways, not have to worry about what others thought. The silence which made her every footfall sound like an explosion made her nervous. Paranoia kicked in and she began to wonder if it were possible that someone were watching her. She knew it was stupid and she could've kicked herself for acting so foolish. Nobody was watching her. Her family thought she was a useless lump, her own house thought she was too nice to be Slytherin and the other houses despised her for being a Slytherin. Today though, she wore her Slytherin tie proudly over a mostly black muggle outfit. She felt edgy and rebellious and she wanted to look different from what she normally looked.

That was ridiculous though. Nobody at Hogwarts had the time to spy on a boring Slytherin seventh year. Well, not really boring, but nobody knew the secret that made her interesting. No one, not a soul. Well, except for herself and the hat. The sorting hat knew everything about her life before she'd come to Hogwarts. It also knew about the way she had a hard outter shell to mask the fact that she was acutally somewhat, almost insecure deep down. No one would ever know her secrets. Her insecurity. The big secret... There were a lot of things people would hopefully never know about her. Absently, she twisted the silver snake which curled around her finger. Not a real snake of course. Only an old ring which had been in her family for longer than human memory stretched. She'd never heard of who it came from and sometimes she feared it had once been Herpo the Foul's. She was forced to live with that dark wizard's blood running through her veins, she would despise to wear his ring on her finger.

For one reason or another, Nique found herself in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Possibly the last place on earth you'd want to be. Much as, admitablly, Nique felt bad for the poor ghost girl, her moaning and crying and whining and complaining grew tiresome quite quickly. When the redheaded girl heard crying she nearly turned around, but curiosity got the better of her. She wondered what Myrtle had broken in sadness this time. She peered around the corner to find a brunette girl crying. Nique walked in too late to hear everything the girl had said, but she caught the last three words. A tearful have to go. Initially, being a Slytherin, she thought it was her job to be rude and make some snide remark about the poor girl's tears. No sir. Nique was reminded only too painfully of the day her pet bird had died and her soul friend had comforted her. She was sure she would've taken comfort from anyone. Tears were not something to be laughed at. "You alright?" Nique asked cautiously, not sure of how her reception would be.

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