Post by xkaitlinx on Feb 7, 2010 14:55:10 GMT -5
Here she was, sitting here in the room that her and the one guy she was trying to get off her mind, had discovered so many years ago. It was there room, where they met up when she needed someone to talk too. Where she told him how to find Griffon, where she discovered she had feelings for him but refused to tell him...it was just the room with to much history between her and Marcus accrued, but over the past week she had found herself sitting in here threw out the whole day, skipping her classes and trying to figure out what was going on in her life. She knew Marcus was probably going crazy somewhere, seeing that his wand was being twirled between her fingers with a new set of words written in the side of them, courtesy of the girl whom he had hurt in a way that she had felt once before.
să presupunem că aţi fost de a fi diferit
You were suppose to be different...Those words were written in tiny scrip up the side of his wand, something she believed to be true, but was prov-en wrong just by the way he looked at her when she asked him about it. The way his eyes went cold, and hard, something she had never seen with him before. But it was in the past, and here she was still caught up over what she had seen. Her heart torn, but well masked by the empty, but angry look she had put on over the week that had seemed to flow by. How her life was screwed.
Shaking her head she twirled his wand threw her fingers again propping her feet up on the table that was before her wondering how many days she was going to spend like this... Alone, confused, and wanting answers...
să presupunem că aţi fost de a fi diferit
You were suppose to be different...Those words were written in tiny scrip up the side of his wand, something she believed to be true, but was prov-en wrong just by the way he looked at her when she asked him about it. The way his eyes went cold, and hard, something she had never seen with him before. But it was in the past, and here she was still caught up over what she had seen. Her heart torn, but well masked by the empty, but angry look she had put on over the week that had seemed to flow by. How her life was screwed.
Shaking her head she twirled his wand threw her fingers again propping her feet up on the table that was before her wondering how many days she was going to spend like this... Alone, confused, and wanting answers...