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Yiwen grinned back at the dark haired man as he opened the door. "It's good to see you." She spoke, awkwardly moving around him, careful not to bump him or anything else as she looked around his apartment. "Look at all this, above a studio. Living your dream, yeah?" The English woman spoke...

A Summer away in France at a magical art institute was all Yiwen could have asked for. She had been trying to hard to get any sort of art instillation to be approved - it would be nice to make money for what she did. The blonde supposed that at least she loved what she did, and working part time...

Yiwen sat in the puddle of ink on the floor and glanced around for the second piece of her wand. It had rolled away and when she found it she felt her heart break. It was official that it was gone, how could she ever use it again without it turning to disaster. Puddles of tears streamed down her...

When Yiwen wasn't given time to think she often said things she didn't understand, or spoke too quickly to explain. She preferred writing for that reason. Yiwen wanted away from this shrieking, screaming woman but she couldn't fast enough. Whilst her head was still down the girl gave her a rough...

Yiwen was appalled and struggled not to give up the letter she had so carefully written. As someone who struggled with words things took time. Yiwen scrunched up her face at the girl. Yiwen watched the paper, fists clenched. Fine this girl wanted to stir her up? It worked. "Bi***." She muttered...

Yiwen was completely caught off guard when the girl sneered a sentence at her, referring to herself as a mudblood. Her crystalline eyes widened and she looked from her letter to the girl. "I didn't mean to... run into you or for you to hear my letter." She spoke, her voice gentle. "But my...

Yiwen had recently decided sunlight improved her writing and processing skills, so rather than dragging herself to the towers to write her sister back, she took Zero's letter outside with her and responded while seated in the courtyard. Once the parchment was satisfactory, Yiwen made her way...

At the question posed to her, Yiwen paused to think. How old was Zero. "Zero is... twenty... one." She finally answered, obviously unsure of the true age of her sister. Zero celebrated her birthday every year, but they never really reminded each other of their ages. After all Zero was bubbly and...

When Cyril repeated back to her she nodded almost in defeat. However her face tinted pink when she realized his next words were encouraging. Yiwen didn't want to pursue anything like fashion, but his kindness was not unnoticed by the blonde. Yiwen smiled and giggled at the prospect. However she...

Yowen smiled at Cyril though had to mask her shock at his bluntness when discussing his sister and her misfortune. At least she viewed it as a misfortune. Perhaps that was because as it was she thought a career should be more important. Her art would come before a family for a long time. The...

Uncomfortable. Yiwen decided that described the silence to a Tee. The blonde tucked thin wisps of hair behind her ear as they walked, listening to Cyril give reasoning behind his shirt. It was fair enough. He wore something easy to move in the way she worse something ratty to paint in. "That's...

Yiwen smiled and nodded when Cyril clarified if she meant food. Just the mention made her stomach grumble. Zero always told Yiwen that she could eat her out of house and home, which didn't appear to be true judging by her rather slight form. She listened to Cyril's suggestion, in no way planning...

Yiwen spotted Cyril shortly into her walk, but at first she didn't want to approach. Instead she stopped in the crowd a ways back and looked at him to be sure. He was holding a sloppily made sign with her name on it though... it was almost cute. Considering she was an artist she knew it wasn't...

Set Christmas Break Y29 Yiwen Marionetta had never been so nervous about meeting someone as she was right now. She and Cyril had been communicating for around a year, and for the first time they'd decided to actually meet in person. Yiwen did not care if she looked strange to him, did not care...

Yiwen read the letter and smiled semi-wide. He might come to the show if he could? That meant a lot to the blodne considering the boy said he didn't like art. Maybe she'd enter some paintings after all - maybe they'd be good enough for someone to buy. Or at least for Cyril to like. </FONT>...

Yiwen hadn't written in a month or so. She'd wanted to possibly meet Cyril but her sister had taken her out of the country for any break she might have had for a few art shows. Not that Yiwen was complaining. When she was finally able to come back and write it had been a little while. She hoped...

Mate

Yiwen didn't make much eye contact with the dark haired Puff in front of her. Instead she stared at the rim of her glass where her chap stick stuck firmly against the plastic. When asked about the dance and how she was doing Yiwen was overwhelmed with the amount she'd have to talk in order to...

mate

OoC: that awkward moment went out see someone with a Harry Potter shirt and suspect they may be someone from the site >.> but then remember that most of the people from the site don't live anywhere near you xD