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|  | Make Your Choice ((EVERYONE- PLOT))
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((August 1st, 2019
Okay, so we're clear, when replying to this, don't write your character entering. Imagine that everyone in the school was already assembled in the great hall, alright? Because everyone who works/lives/goes to go at AE has to attend unless they are in the hospital wing, etc. EVERYONE HAS TO READ THIS. It is very important to the roleplay on a whole. Your characters can respond at the end in any way that you wish.))
It hadn't been until each and everyone of the Ministry officials had left, and every body had been taken care of that she had done it. She had wandered through the proceedings in a mindless sort of daze, detached from her emotions as if they had momentarily chosen not to exist. It had been the only way she had imagined to survive it.
So many bodies, from both sides. She still dreamt about them at night. The faces of innocent teenagers she had helped to identify, discussing with the Ministry and so many parents what was going to be done with them. Though they never said it, Elisa could tell that they blamed her for their loss. Or maybe she was just imagining it. It was hard to tell.
Either way, she herself couldn't help but feel partially at fault. It was her school after all. She had been the one who had chosen to stick it to the dark forces, to build it in a historical site. Of course she had never expected that the ruins would have so much baggage to come along with them, but really, why hadn't she?
She had decided she was going to renovate the ruins of a building that had apparently housed the first witches and wizards in existence, and all but said 'here's looking at you, Heirs!' when she opened it as a school. She had wanted to train the new generation to defend themselves the way that those thrust into the first and second wars hadn't been prepared to.
What was she going to do now that the Heirs had finally called her bluff? Well...first she had to be honest with the students themselves.
That was why she was doing this now. She was aware that some of the students population had gone home for the summer, or even moved away, but she had sent out the notice to all that were planning on coming back for a next year, and also to the graduates that had already moved on. It was their choice whether they would come back as the letter offered. As for the returning students, she requested that each of them return for the presentation she was about to make. Within the school, she could be more sure they would show up.
The ones that had gone home? Well, she could only hope. Hopefully they felt it was worth the Floo Powder.
She knew it was, and with that in mind she approached the speaking position for delivering announcements at the head of the Hall of Pranzare. Her voice was already amplified to be heard, and the crowd was assembled. Now it was just her own nervousness he had to contend with. This speech was hardly going to be easy to give.
"Hello, and thank you to all of you that have assembled here today, particularly those that have taken time from their summer holidays to hear me out. There's no need for me to remind any of you of what we have just been through, but my sincerest condolences go out to those of us that are in mourning. Our losses were great, but thanks to the supreme amount of courage within everyone involved both us and the school have survived.
"But I haven't called all of you here to talk about that. What I've assembled you to do is to...well, to tell you a truth behind the attack on the school that even I didn't realize until it was already happening. I'm aware that this isn't going to sound like the most believable thing to any of you, and I wouldn't blame anyone for being sceptical of my story. The only proof I can give you is my word, and I hope that for some of you that will be enough.
"Last December, something completely inexplicable happened to me. I don't know how much most of you know about the legends of the Eterna, which allegedly used to inhabit these walls, but it is my understanding that during that time they delivered a message to me through a very straightforward means." Oh God, this was going to make her sound insane, she could tell already. Visions of Ministry report declaring her insanity flashed through her mind before she continue on regardless.
"Several people came to me, claiming to be spirits of the Eterna inhabiting bodies of the living. They said that they had been sent with a message that had been created back in the days that they lived, and that they believed it was about the people that currently live here. Meaning me. Meaning all of you. The message...it was a prophecy. And I think it has a lot to do with the outcome of the war that is forming all around us.
"Somehow they made me able to remember all of it, and so I am going to share it will all of you now. I didn't before because I didn't feel that I fully understood it myself, and didn't want to cause panic before I had a better personal comprehension of its meaning. But the attack on the school has shown me that I don't have the time to withhold such valuable information from you, and that is only fair that you all know as much about it as I do. This is the prophecy, as it was told to me:
"In the shadow of the passing,
In the tomb of the forgotten
Of the first great kingdom.
Time ticks onwards.
Earth changes form.
Magic lives on.
Trapped. Living. Abused.
The light thrives and lives for serenity.
The dark thirsts and schemes for conquest.
Cries for freedom.
The lust for power.
Never ceasing, always present.
Until either fulfillment or death.
"A third great struggle.
Over unfathomable powers:
Tears, blood, death.
Neither side to surrender;
Either side for destruction.
A quest for destruction,
A quest to preserve.
There are ways to change the gray
Redemption for those of noble light alone.
For the flesh of the world, the innocent will perish.
Revival of the ancient, a power to end or begin.
Whispered rumors, hidden secrets.
Come together in unity for what is right.
Stand together for what you believe.
"The earth changes
for both shadow and love.
The path is before you:
One to fall to the ever present hunger;
The other to give up the world that is known.
"It speaks of some kind of power within the school, and I don't know how, but I believe that this information has fallen into the Death Eater's hands. I have reason to believe that this is why they attacked the school- because they wanted to acquire the 'power' that apparently exists here. The prophecy suggests that it could be enough to determine the winner of the war. If this is true, then it's no small wonder that the Heirs would want to get their hands on it.
"I don't know how many of you believe any of this and, honestly, I don't care. The point is that if the Heirs believe this, then it is something that we have to deal with. They've struck us twice, and for all we know they may strike again. That is the true reason I've called you here. To announce that I, and anyone else who wishes to join me, am going to fight back.
"I opened Anima Eterna with the intention of teaching a new generation of witches and wizard to fight the dark forces, but in the face of everything else I lost track of that goal. But now I am making it a reality. In this next year things will be changing around AE.
"There will be a new curriculum, a new system, and a whole new outlook on our business here. Years four through eight will become the Anima Eterna student militia, and within those years you will be trained to do the things that are most needed during the war that is starting. We will train you to fight, and we will train you to defend yourself and the things you hold dear. If you are willing to stand up against the dark forces, then we will give you the tools necessary to do so.
"Years one through three will continue to be held here, and you will be given the same education that you have come to expect. It is as important now as it has ever been that you are given a firm educational base, and during this time you will be under the same protections as the rest of the school.
"As for the surrounding adults and graduates, we will be giving the option to remain at the school to fight as part of the adult militia, that will serve as a defence for our students and act as general leaders. If you wish to stay and fight, all you must do is talk to me and I will make arrangements immediately for you to stay. We can and need to use every helping hand that is available to us."
She sighed, exhausted with everything she had just delivered, before preparing herself to go on. It was the moment of truth. How many would stay after this, she didn't know. She could only hope that it would be enough.
"I do not expect anyone here to face the dangers I speak of here, but understand that is someone doesn't stand up for the good in the world then there is very little stopping the Death Eaters from taking over. Each of you must ask yourselves what you really want to do. I've made my choice, and I am going to fight. The rest of your must make your own.
"Now," she said, straightening up, the workings of the smallest of wry smiles finding its way onto her face as she thought of just how ridiculous this all seemed. Yet it seemed to mean so much. It could have meant everything. The world, and more.
"I think that, after all that, it's only fair that I ask if there are any questions. If so, I will do my best to answer you. If not...then I leave it to you and your families to decide on your path. I only ask that you do what you think is right."
Come together in unity for what is right. Stand together for what you believe. Those particular phrases of the prophecy echoed through her mind as she stood before the mass of students before her.
No matter what happened here, she had followed her heart.
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« Reply #1 on Aug 1, 2007, 11:16pm » | |
The room was quiet. The only sounds came from the shuffling and fidgeting of the audience, and of course, from Elisa Monelli's obviously well-thought out speech. But they almost seemed to blend into the background, as though a natural part of the everyday atmosphere of sound. It might have been the buzzing you would hear as the evening meal wound down, and students left the hall to persue homework or a quick game of Quidditch.
Only the tension in the air was so thick, it seemed to be strangling Razel with very real fingers. She was the image of composure, especially considering all that had happened. Her legs, a little too thin, were crossed carefully, one over the other, and her hands were folded neatly in her lap. Her back was straight, and her chin up, though her gaze continually wandered from Monelli to those around her, to the window, and back again.
Yes, she seemed very pulled together. But there was something in her eyes, a mix of things so diverse, it was hardly identifiable. There was a fiery anger and defiance, but also a distant coldness. There was hurt and complacency; there was agony and defeat. Her chest moved a little quicker than it should have from respiration, and little beads of sweat began to collect near her hairline, and around the slightly more prominent angles of her face. God, she could hardly breathe.
Some of the others shuffled awkwardly; Rosetta was positioned two seats to her right, but still, she could hear the slightly smaller girl shifting uncomfortably in her chair, as betrayed by the sound of rustling cloth or a sigh or gasp that fell out of the typical pattern. Dante, who sat between the youngest Sabelli and Miss Ahern, seemed almost impassive, but for traces of anger, which Razel noticed as hazel eyes glazed over whitened knuckles clutching the side of his chair. He felt more than he betrayed; Raz understood this much.
And then there was Ana, sitting in rapt attention to her left. The Russian hardly seemed herself. It sounded odd to think of it this way, but she was almost... more clean cut? Her hair wasn't the purposefully toussled mess it usually was, but pulled tastefully, if not a bit carelessly, into a low ponytail, and her clothes did not carry the usual wear and tear. Perhaps even the rebel felt that defiance was inappropriate in the moment.
None of them had known what to expect when summoned to the meeting. Letters had gone out and announcements had been made, though all four of them had been at the school all summer, anyway; three of them had no where else to go, and the fourth had neither the energy nor the will to go home, even for only a short while. It seemed wrong to leave Anima Eterna when it was in such a wreck.
None of them had gotten what they expected. Elisa Monelli made a fine public speaker, and her words were rallying. Raz noted that most everyone seemed rivetted through the opening and the beginning of the middle, but the sounds of uncomfortable shifting increased at the first mention of the spirits and the prophecy.
Raz glanced down the row to her right; Rosetta's full attention was on Monelli, and clear blue eyes were wide with shock. Of course, Monelli could have announced that Martians were behind the whole thing, and Rosetta would have trusted her. To her left, Ana didn't betray the same sense of overwhelming shock, but she seemed continually attentative anyway. The Russian was sold on it.
Dante was the one who seemed skeptical. Raz met his gaze, and she could tell he was attempting to process, to sort the nonsense from the truth. It did seem a little far-fetched, and there was no one to confirm the truth.
But the Ukrainian glanced at the older woman, barely a woman herself, the one who had led them in their defenses from the start, the one who had, at the very least, kept casualties down, who had risked her life time and time again, who wanted to make a stand against the Heirs. There was a truth in her eyes, and a determination.
It didn't really matter whether anyone believed her or not. Even if she was cracked, they were all still working towards the common goal of bringing down the Heirs and the threat they posed to the wizarding community as a whole. But it couldn't hurt to trust one another, and she had no reason to lie to them, to make up such a grand story.
This was the truth, and Razel was sure of it.
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« Reply #2 on Aug 4, 2007, 9:42pm » | |
Listening to the trance remix to "Requiem For A Dream" on his headphones was perhaps why Julian's heartbeat shot up past beyond its resting state. He felt it as if was an accompaniment of drums to the bombastic music, the enchanting choral parts, the words of the Prophecy itself. Perhaps that is why he believed it, immediately and without questions. But then he shut off the music and simply listened to the Headmistress's speech.
A choice. And he was sure that was why Auntie Em had brought them here. Why, in some mystical way, it was all aligning as it was. Old Lady Fate was stirring her cauldron bright with fire underneath, and bubbling fumes of purpose. He could almost feel it. But he did not. It was simply too grand for him to conceptualize, having only seen the school once when they had helped his aunt move in, and now again when he'd returned for the Headmistress's speech.
Clara, sitting beside him, clasped had clasped his hand, of which he was vaguely aware of. Only her warm presence next to him. Warmer than that of the next student over. More real than theirs because of the history they shared. And he knew she was thinking the same thing, and her breathing was faster than usual. Could she be thinking, Why did Auntie Em bring us into this mess? Or perhaps, We should not stay here! We do not belong!
He might as well have read her mind, without intending to. The girl, wearing a glorious summer dress of warm and fiery colors, was quite frankly afraid. She was not feeling herself at all. Trepidation, insecurity, fear of what was yet to come. And all along wondering whether she could say no to her beloved aunt and go back home, now before it was too late. Before she--and Julian--were embroiled in a way that was not theirs to fight. Or that at least seemed foreign and distant from the sunny grounds of Dwyer manor.
She saw Auntie Em and wondered about her intentions, for the first time since she had taken custody of them and brought them here to Italy, to Anima Eterna, out of all the places in Europe! Did her previous excuse--that she had good friends here from previous research--seem credible now? Was it even likely? Friends she had, surely. But had that been the real reason why she and her cousin were now about to enter this school, like soldiers in a war?
As for the older Dwyer--self-named Vandermeer--now Professor of Muggle Studies at Anima Eterna, there was no question that the young woman was indeed speaking the truth. She could see it in the Monelli's eyes, hear it in her voice. There was no doubt. And this was quite frankly a juicy morsel of information. Of which she could no longer lay claims to. Damn it!
There had been one specific reason for coming to this school, out of all the others in the continent, and even beyond it--they could have gone to America where it was relatively safer still, where the chaos and bloodshed of the coming war might never reach. But there were secrets hidden within these walls. And she wanted them. For a purely selfish reason that she never dared speak of. Not even to Alvara, her supposed soul mate.
And now said information was out to the entire populace of Anima Eterna, including the other two agents of the Order present in the school. Damn it! Of course she couldn't claim it for herself. She couldn't reap the rewards. Her face masking her emotions perfectly, she let it hang as if sadly, as if contemplating the news. Which was frankly, quite shocking. More so now that she had stopped cursing inside her mind and allowed the meaning of the words sink in. Oh Holy Pubes Of Merlin's Corpse!!! There might be a measure of reward, yet. If she played her cards right...
~*~
Aless sat somewhere in the huge room. He did not know where. His world was dark without the power to see. And bitter, quite bitter. Heart in shreds, he'd been an emotional wreck for the past few days. But even that had worn away, and the tears he couldn't cry anymore no longer stung unshed. But inside... And now this.
Cyril had insisted he come, and ended up bringing him almost under threat of--rather lame threats, actually. What could else could possibly be done to him? He was lost in a world he did not recognize, where sounds and smells were magnified in the absence of sight. Everything seemed out of proportion, even when he touched it. He was beginning to forget the sight of certain things, beautiful things. While others remained imprinted in his memory--not so beautiful things. And of course, the rejection.
And now Monelli wanted him to fight. Ah, irony. When he would have been the first to cheer--well, perhaps not the first, since he'd lost relatively little compared to others--he was now laying on a chair, in the middle of a room he no longer recognized, full of people he could only smell and hear. Fight? Oh gods, he wanted to fight! He wanted to cripple, to hurt, to maim them all of it was possible. To bring revenge to the Death Eaters who'd done this to him--and who'd done worse to others. Like Rosanna...
The tears returned and he unconsciously reached up a hand to dry them on his sleeve. Only the sensation of cloth brushing the overly sensitive skin of his eyes. No moisture--but they burned! Oh gods, yes! Whoever cared what some POEM said? All he wanted to do right now... Was to kill them all.
~*~
Daniel sat next to an empty seat. And anyone who had dared even approach it had been hissed at and shown the fangs. For how stupid mortals were about these things, they seemed to get it rather quickly. Which pleased him, and depressed him. His secret was out. Like a gay man on parade.
He'd stopped wearing the heavy eyeliner, too. But today he couldn't help the habit and worn just a thin line. He was planning on cutting his hair, even. Not drastically, but shorter than what it was now, almost past his shoulders. Just a bother when you thought about it. A goddamn bother. And he was sick of all the little things that now and then came right up to bother him. Like these pangs of guilt, and these feelings of joy. Contradictory, and out of place. Bothersome.
The girl would have not sat beside him. She would probably have been surrounded by her little worshipers of various years and houses. All competing for her attention, to be granted the boon of some small and unimportant role to play in the coming premier of the night club. Daniel had told them all to fuckin' leave, and without their Queen Bee-otch to protect them, the little girls had left stricken with sadness. He didn't care a bit. They would have run the place into the ground, and he wasn't having that happen--in her memory. Fucking bothersome.
At the same time he was digesting the Headmistress's speech. It was clever. Using the appearance of a prophecy to recruit followers for this "Grand Army" of the Eterna. But was it wrong, in the end? As he stared blankly at her, not seeing the woman but the shadows of his own mind, he found the answer. Yes, it was wrong. They were children! Young, innocent, foolish! Why take those precious gifts--which he had never had nor enjoyed, even when he was fully alive--and trade them in for the cold certainty of battle, the constant fear of death? Or was she planning to teach them to fear not Death?
"What do you think?" He muttered to the empty seat besides him, and did not expect an answer. His voice reflected the anger he felt at the ludicrous idea.
"Fiiiiiggghhtttt..." It whispered back to him.
(OOC: I have to cut this short or it'll be a mile long. I'll post the rest of them in another reply much later on. And yes, you could consider that Rosanna's first contact as a ghost, back from the dead.)
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« Reply #3 on Aug 8, 2007, 2:24am » | |
Clio was aware of the presence of Alec and Todd, who's faint touches rested against her bare skin and might have otherwised been too gentle to notice but at this moment in time, were vivid and a safety blanket. Professor Monelli spoke, and the blonde gathered the hands of her second cousin's into her own and held them tightly, recieving a consolling simultaneous squeeze from the pair. Her eyes filled with water so she could no longer see Daren's staunch figure stationed behind Monelli, hands gravely clasped before him, shoulder to shoulder with Proffessor Zelenko. All the faces that had been set before her, with their desperate, pleading eyes. And having been there when some of them slipped away and close for good.
She and the twins had hung out at the Homestead for about two weeks, and being back now bought a flood of memories. Closing her eyes, she was gathered into Todd's arms as the younger bought up her leg to rest on the seat so she could edge closer to the blonde. Clio closed her eyes as Elisa continued and at the mention of continuing to fight, she still couldn't help but visualize more of the same thing happening. Alec turned his head towards her, and Clio could immediately see in it a fighters edge, he'd be one of the ones to go with the fighting and rebellion. But what of everyone who got caught in between, who ended up like the people who'd clung to her and begged her not to let them die?
With a shudder, the young witch resigned to the knowledge that either way there'd be casualties and that she'd just have to do the best she could, like everyone else. Todd glanced at James over her shoulder, who sat beside her passively, looking as if he'd like to walk out at any given moment. She searched for a trace that what they'd been through would prompt him to stay at the school further than just the desire of tight-handed parents, that maybe he'd found some sort of family connection within them, he was here, right? Reaching out her free hand, and gently resting it on his knee, the male glanced at it briefly and she was sure the corner of his mouth twitched. But the redhead merely shifted so that her hand fell quietly to the wooden bench. Not knowing how to interpret this, but feeling and looking quite dispondent about it, she turned around to hug Clio tighter, as if this would make up for the lack of affection James dared to shed them.
Needless to say, the ex-Leale was shocked to find a hand gently resting on her shoulder, and although it slid away after a few moments, there was still a resonating warmth where it'd had laid. It was enough for now. Gently touching the chain at her neck, she remembered Riley quietly as Alec clung to the Headmistresses words, remembering Ariea in a manner in which he promised not to let her death have been a complete waste. He'd never be able to get to know that girl better, and in all honestly, he felt that nothing he could do to those bastards would ever repay that loss of such a vibrant life. It was simply irreplaceable and unforgivable.
Daren watched on from the front with the othe Professors, quietly thoughtful as his eyes passed and roamed over the student body and those who had returned, falling lastly on his own family as they gathered together and it gave him heart to know that they were together through this. He'd moved his hands subtly to link behind his back, but his head turned to his right and glanced down at the smaller figure beside him. Gently, he took her hand behind the folds of his wizard robes, being close enough to one another so that it wasn't that obvious. Not to conceal his abounding affection for Raeka Zelenko, simply because the support had been meant for her, and this physical contact to voice this was only meant for her at present time.
There would be sceptisism at his friends words, as she stood bravely in the wake of the gathered body of people all looking for an explanation, he saw it on Clio's faith. But even doubters would support, and those that chose to go an individual way... well he certainly prayed with all his might that they were successful and remained safe. That's all they were looking for now, a future, even if it meant fighting back. But it meant that a future they could determine themselves would be safer.
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[size=2]Thoughts of the Muggle first year
He had lied. Twice. Just to be here. To his own father. He had lied. That was something he had never done since...well, he could not recall a time, but he did. Though he told the truth that not once had he been harmed: The child had hid in the Owlery the whole time. None of the Death Eaters were interested in any remaining owl that had not left (though the majority that flew out, Josh did not know).
But, when he went home, the Ministry sent a nice letter to his father about the attack. Because of so many deaths that happened, it appeared that since he bore no wound or enchantment, all his family needed was a long telling of the events.
Not to say the letter was far from lacking. Oh no, it was almost a small story. So upon his return home, he found his father waiting for him, with none of the usual servants for support. And what a long talk it was. After all, Conn Waisen was not at all interested at loosing his only heir.
After Conn read the letter to the boy...Josh blandly dumbed down anything said there, even the death toll. It was almost automatic. And sounded sincere. He made it sound like one of those school attacks where one or two bad seeds blast away their peers. Which, it was in a way, except there were a lot more bad seeds.
Now, the boy could never been sure if his father believed him, but at that moment, he simply excepted the answer and let the boy go off where ever he wanted.
Josh could not believe he got away with that. And when the Head Mistress sent a letter out to invite all students back on the first of August, he yet lied again, some what. Oh, he said he got a letter that an optional assembly was happening to discuss security measures of the school. Which, would turn out to be true, but he dumbed it down yet again. To top it off, he suggested perhaps inviting some colleagues in Italy for vacation time. Over the summer, Josh had yet again become his father' secretary, though the twelve year old received more responsibilities. On something new, most of his tutors were laid off. It appeared his classes would continue to be on the computer.
So, by August 1st, Josh came upon the school with his father still back in one of the smaller cities around the area, and listened to the whole speech.
He had lied to his father; this was going to be a...war. And for some odd reason, the terrified boy stuck around. Oh, it had nothing to do with education or actually being a wizard: He was still crappy enough at it. But, he read enough in history to know that if something bad happened here, it could effect the world he was born in. He did not want to fight and was not doing it for noble reasons, per say. He needed some sort of control in his now life
Thoughts of the Gentry-name Femme Fatal
If it was not for the somber mood of everyone and such the powerful and direct words the Headmistress gave, Aria would have more or less clapped her hands. But even she knew that would be...inapropriate. It was like a funeral here. And Aria respected the dead. Her school's dead.
Just taking in what the Death Eaters did...it hurt in some ways. Not herself, but in a sense toward her home country of France. Oh, she loved England enough, but the little house she lived in was her home. And since a child, she had been raised to go straight to Beauxbaton. Oh, she griped and fought about it, but there was not a better school she would have gone to.
And that was gone.
The Death Eaters attack this school for a reason: For a Prophesy, like so many other reasons why one side in the magical world fought another. It did not make it right, not by a long shot. It did give it some justification as why a battle took place. But why Beauxbaton?! There was no damned prophecy for that school. Was that just for shits and giggles?! It was sick and it hurt.
But, Aria left that all inside her. Oh, there would be pay back. They though something was at the school...then they would come back, and she most definitely would be prepared to defend her school. A thrill rose through her at the mention of the student militia. They would be prepared.
Even though her mother had insisted that they find a nice, small school for her to go, Aria fought back, wanting this school. This was where she needed to be. Her mother and Aria fought for hours on it when the letter calling students back came home. Her father finally said she could go back and out the door she went, pausing to just here her mother scream at her father, with his reply of, "She's just gonna leave anyways. She's stubborn as you are. I just want her to come home."
Thoughts from a Dead Person
It was fun being up so high. Everyone looked tinier then they should be. And the colors of hair. It was like a sea of browns and blonds and even some weirder colors. Nobody she really recognized though.
Was the crazed ghost listening? Yes and no. Yes, because she had to. But most of the stuff did not apply to her.
Though she could something if any of those naughty people came back. Oh yes, she could. But, she could not really think of a what at the moment.
She had, more or less, kept quiet the whole time. Oh sure, a giggling fit had spurred when the Headmistress recited the "prophecy," but kept it in check. One of the Teacher threated her with bodily harm. Of course, she did not really realize that she lacked any body to do bodily harm, but that worked in the school's favor. And besides, that poem made perfect sense.
That's the reason she was there, to feel less loney. And also to observe all the students. So many. She never quiet realized how many students there was before. Oh, and there was someone else around. She could not see them, but Danny knew they were around...somewhere.
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