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Date Posted: 14:53:34 04/20/02 Sat
Author: Magnolia Fairchild
Subject: On my own...
In reply to: Sora Downey 's message, "Taking my Leave.." on 18:44:21 04/18/02 Thu

Lone vixen has been lurking about the staircase to the girl's dorm for a while, not happy that the other has been there. Does not conform to socialism quite often, so has been disinclined to join her peer. Palm grasps her messanger back and she saunters into the abandoned room. Slumps down into an overstuffed chair, the roaring fireplace warming her tanned flesh. Pulls out a sketchbook and a pencil. Dropping the pad into her lap and setting the writing implement on the table next to her, she reaches down to withdraw headphones. Situates them on her head and opens the book to a random blank page. Palm goes to her pencil...but oddly enough, it floats its own way to her hand. She moves to start a drawing before realising the occurance. Stares at her appendage and the pencil it contains with awe. Places the pencil back on the table and reaches for it again. Before she can furl her digits about the surface, it gravitates to her palm in an eerie fashion. Repeats this a few more times in sheer fascination. Glances about nervously, hearing a small bumping, as if someone was approaching. Does not wish to be labeled a freak, though many here are freakish, she is more suceptible as she is muggle-born. Simply prefers to be left alone, and the stereotype would draw attention. Blinks slowly and draws back her two-toned ebony and plum tresses. Violet eyes size up the ivory sheet before an image slowly begins to flow from her pencil. Soothing alternative rock slips through her veins as she works. Serenity...

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