<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0a/Scylla_Rave_6.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Papyrus;">Scylla Cromwell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14058728#msg14058728)</span></span><br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>This (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/bf/06/6c/bf066c8b372075d21bd95ca679920000.jpg)<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Pureblood<br/><strong>Wand</strong>: 9 ¾ | Pine | Rougarou Hair<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw | First Year<br/><strong>Date</strong>: 29 September 2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Evening | Friday<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>In the Owlry looking out at the bonfire site<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Inner thoughts and cold shoulder.<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>Todrick Hall - If I Had A Heart (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jkTdOjywqOs)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Aaric<br/><hr/><br/>There was beauty and misery in silence. The moment when all those desires and sweetest dreams take you from reality. The things you watch from a far and want to touch but your insecurities become the darkness that wakes you up. Even as time continued on. There is that emptiness there that she has felt before. It's not like it was new to her so why did it bother her so much now? Her only feat was lowing her head and keeping to herself. Keep to her books. Become the Healer that her grandmother wanted of her.<br/><br/>She felt stuck, trapped, in an endless cycle. The way she'd take a step forward and immediately retreat taking more steps backwards. Anxiety suffocating her. As much as she rejected others, it was she that feared rejection the most. To be swept up in joy and belonging only to find that carpet ripped from under her and being where she was now - Alone. She was better off. Keeping the light out. Becoming the Ravenclaw without a heart. Can't hurt what isn't there, right? Lost out there in the night, wishing on stars, and simply trying to find out who she was.<br/><br/>Being lost in her thoughts as the music played, she didn't realize, that someone else was there. Not until the fluttering of Owl wings and the sound of a voice that was a chilled as her blood. She turned her head, hazel eyes trying to make out the dark familiar stranger. She nearly coward into herself. Why was it when she was feeling her lowest he showed up. Was there magic here that allowed you to feel the pull of negative emotions?<br/><br/>She remained silent. Allowed his words to register into her thoughts, before she turned her head forward. Her eyes gazing once more out towards the bonfire. "Is there some book with this information? Why do you get to decide what is the right or wrong way to enjoy something?" She questioned. Why would she want to be down there with the others? Why would she want to be in a place that made her feel more alone than it was being by herself.<br/><br/>Right here was where she belonged.