Recent content by Laura Zavaglia

Laura paused in thought. She remembered that her aunt had told her about the school houses, that they weren't chosen at semi-random like the houses for sports days at school but were based on personality. The choices of personality also seemed a bit uneven. She wasn't sure how earnest her aunt...

Laura might have felt a little bit of smug satisfaction with her retort. Just a little, however. If anything, she was mostly pleased that he took it so well. She was very conscious of it being genuinely important to him, for things that really mattered. Not for a glitter gel pen. But this was...

"But you said no deals," Laura replied, with mock exasperation. She wasn't truly upset, it was just that typical childish whiny tone. "Birthday party. But my birthday is in January, so everyone's away on summer holidays." That was always annoying. So soon after Christmas, and nobody was around...

Laura would have winced, if she wasn't caught up with laughing. It wasn't even as though it was really that funny. Truthfully, she wasn't even sure if that's what she was laughing at anymore. She'd heard it said that sometimes, when things were grim, all you could really do was laugh at them...

Laura rifled through her bag, realising that they would probably need a surface to rest the paper on to write properly. She had a book on hand, Alice's Adventures In Wonderland specifically. Her aunt had given it to her as a present. Laura remembered her aunt had smirked and commented about how...

Laura avoided literally biting her tongue as she figuratively bit it, not sure if fine was that great of a descriptor or especially helpful. But responding with 'sorry, I just got stuck on the fact you called me pretty' would potentially be weird or make her sound especially vain. And while yes...

Laura was a little surprised by the contact at first, but not in a bad way. Her arm briefly tensed, and then quickly relaxed, pressing back slightly against his not as though to push, but to make a presence felt. Part of her wondered if she should hold his hand or something, but she supposed...

Laura really hoped the other girl didn't hear her acting. It had been mostly under her breath, but it was still kind of awkward. One of those things that got odd looks when unexpected. She liked doing impressions and playing around, she was still a kid after all. And an only child at that...

"I don't care if it's lame," Laura quickly said, earnestly. Hearing him say friend as opposed to something like ally or acquaintance or something else that implied a polite distance felt good. That someone wanted to be around her, especially someone who she was enjoying being around. "'Cause...

The more time Laura spent around Alfred, the more she found herself blurting things out and thinking more about trying to do the right thing and wanting to actively try hard to be a friend, rather than just it happening around her. She wasn't a great therapist; she was, after all, only an eleven...

not me dealing with my own emotional withdrawal and inability to form connections with other people and self loathing and how it's actively making my life hell through this poor 11 year old girl i'm so sorry to both you and her for my emotional breakdown "I'll get it delivered. Somehow." Laura...

Spending time off over in 'the magical community' was, from Laura's experience, just a matter of her aunt dumping her in middle of nowhere places while she did some work. Laura didn't see how it was helping her acclimatise at all, but she wasn't about to argue and make things more difficult for...

"Okay, well if we're at the school together then I'll get you cheese for your birthday," Laura said, with a serious nod. She didn't necessarily understand not liking sweets, but she supposed everyone had different tastes. She tended to just eat anything, she had favourites but even things she...

"Definitely an evil peppermint," Laura nodded, very solemnly. "It even sounds nasty. Spearmint. Not elegant, like a sword-mint. Or bow-mint." She giggled a little, feeling a little more at ease despite the circumstances. It was easy not to think about everything else in moments like these...

"As long as it's peppermint, not spearmint," Laura said lightly, a slightly self-conscious smile crossing her face. She had a distinct memory of picking up a couple of spearmint candies and putting them in her mouth in one go. It felt like she'd just taken a mouthful of toothpaste. Which...