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Tanith felt like she was losing her mind. Why was she so worked up all the time? It was a rough time, but she couldn't rightly explain why. She didn't want to approach anyone, so she'd just closed off completely. She got ready for class, deciding to just be better at hiding it. Sure she looked...

Tanith was doing her best, but she felt drained. She was only twelve, were all twelve year olds this stressed? She woke up late, still tired, but with a crooked tie, a half tucked shirt, mismatched socks, and bags under her eyes, she managed to get to class relatively on time. She took her...

Tanith wasn't sure she was feeling much better this semester, even after the first week was done. She still felt lost and drained, and she wasn't sure she'd be able to do any better in her lessons. But she was desperate to keep her grades up. She found her way to class, only vaguely aware of...

Tanith wasn't sure she was feeling much better this semester. She was trying to figure herself out, figure out her life, but it was just so hard. She didn't want to tell any of her older sisters, didn't want to bother anyone else. It was draining. She found her way to class, only vaguely aware...

Tanith couldn't go home for break. She made an excuse, told her eldest sisters that she was staying at the school- she'd lied and said she wanted to spend some time with friends who couldn't go home. Really, she just didn't know if she could handle going home to find her parents weren't there...

Tanith Whitlock Hufflepuff

Tanith froze a little when she felt someone sit next to her. She peeked up at them slowly, relaxing only slightly and forcing a smile on her face. "Oh, hello," She offered. "It's, um... Ambrose, isn't it?" She asked, remembering meeting him at one of the Halloween parties.

For Thomas/Tanith

Tanith needed to get away from the school a bit. How did the last year go so wrong? She'd meant to do well, but in the end her nerves had gotten the best of her, tanking her grades royally. She withdrew out to the grounds, just wondering and wondering until she ended up at a rose bush she hadn't...

Tanith withdrew her hand quickly, tucking both of hers in front of her and starting to move to the tables. "Oh, I was born in Ireland but I live in New Zealand now," She chattered nervously, twisting her hands. "My whole family moved there a few years ago- well most of us- and my oldest sisters...

Tanith could tell the boy was feeling uncomfortable, and was unsure if it was her, but his stilted words seemed to say he wanted to hang out with her. "Well, let's start with some snacks, some drinks, maybe get to know each other?" She asked, brushing her fingers lightly over the back of his...

Tanith unintentionally fell in close to the boy, listening patiently as he tried to talk. Was english his second language? She'd heard about that. Somehow it made her want to hold his hand, give him her support, but she was too shy to try and reach out for it. "It is really pretty," She agreed...

Tanith tilted her head, distracted by his slow, heavy words. His accent was nice, she decided. She smiled shyly. "Hello, Magne," She spoke in turn. "My name is Tanith." She offered out her hand. "I'm sorry again for bumping into you." She apologized, giving him another shy smile. Sometimes she...

Tanith was nervous about the dance. Her semester hadn't been going as well as she'd hoped, and she was feeling overwhelmed. She bit her lip, wondering the dance and hoping she could find a friend. She accidentally bumped into someone, and she fell back, peeking up at him through her hair. "Oh my...

Tanith took a deep breath and did her best to try and let it go. She didn't want to fixate on it when he didn't seem to mind. So, she turned to face him with a more genuine smile, hands folded behind her back. "Fake blood is a good cover," She agreed. "My name is Tanith," She held out her hand...

Tanith smiled shyly, though the smile dropped when she saw the drink on his shirt. "Oh, dear, I'm so sorry," She apologized again, looking for some napkins or handkerchiefs or something. She looked around, chewing on her lip and taking a deep breath. She looked back up to him, peeking through...

Tanith was eager to see what the Halloween feast was about, even if she felt shy about it. Hopefully Teddy would be there. She hurried into the hall, fussing with her outfit and smoothing out her skirts again- only to knock into someone. She yelped, and stumbled back, hands shooting out to try...

Tanith Whitlock as a country girl

Tanith visibly relaxed, and gave Thomas a more sure smile. "Thanks," She murmured, and started eating. "So... where are you from?" She asked, trying to get to know him more. "Tell me about you?" She offered, already feeling better- a bit from his company, a bit from finally getting something...

Tanith stuck close to Thomas, smiling shyly at the older girl. She peeked over at the one beside her, unthinkingly trying to reach out for the edge of Thomas' sleeve. She followed after him, sticking close so they couldn't get seperated. "Me too, please," She added, raising a hand like she...