"Those are definitely two of my favourite colours." She smiled as she continued painting her nails on her left hand. "I usually just wear any colours which go together well. As long as they look good of course. I'd never wear colours which looked terrible." She shook her head when she thought of...
"I suppose." Steph shrugged. "You could always stay with a friend?? I'm sure you know people outside the family. My sister is one. I'm another. You could come and stay at our place. I wouldn't mind sharing a room with someone and I'm positive Leslie would say the same thing. I'd love having a...
Scar nodded in agreement. "You are so right there. My dad's done the same thing a few times. Now he gets me to tell him what I want and then he buys it for me. Otherwise I end up with clothes that would have been worn in the sixties. It revolting." She shook the thought of the disgusting clothes...
Steeph's eyes widened. "You're own wedding??" She repeated Eden's words without even meaning to. "Sorry for acting so shocked about it." She laughed slightly. She hadn't wanted to seem rude at all. "It's just, I haven't even had a boyfriend, let alone get engaged." She shrugged. "That is...
Steph smiled. "Why are you planning a wedding?? Shouldn't that be left to someone who's older and already has a life and a job??" Steph couldn't understand why this sort of thing had been left to a fourteen year old girl to do. It was just unorthodox. "I'm not great with Divination but I cope...
Steph shrugged. "I probably will. I want to get the best out of what I do in school so I will definitely be doing all I can to keep it up." Steph had always been pushed to do as much as she could with her life and if that meant spending seven years stuck in Hogwarts doing every lesson possible...
Scar grinned at Liv and took the nail polish. "I am in such major need for a shopping trip. My clothes are all turning into last week things." She rolled her eyes and started painting the green nail polish onto her nails. She liked the colour and it went with her outfit pretty well. "Perhaps we...
Steph smiled and sat down. "I'm Stephanie Duboit. You can call me Steph though." She looked back at the pile of books then back at Eden. "I think I'm probably going to be the same as you when I get to that stage. I'm only a second year at the moment." She shrugged. "What year are you in??"
Steph looked at the books piled on the desk and tried to remember what was in each one. She picked up one and flicked through. "Try here." She pointed to the part of the page which had loads about Bubotuber's. Steph didn't know much about them but she remembered the basic facts. "I agree with...
Steph smiled encouragingly. "I suppose you like being here then. It gets you away from your family." She shrugged. "Why don't you move out if you hate them so much??" She couldn't see why not. If she had someone she could go to then it was a simple matter of packing and getting out the house.
Steph's eyes widened. "Christ. Sounds rough." She looked down at her hands then back up at Alexia. "Were you close with your brother-Blake was it??" Steph didn't know what it was like to lose someone close.
Steph shrugged. "Surprises me. Oh well." She smiled. "Do you have any siblings??" She wasn't one for making up conversations on the spot as she wasn't the most outgoing person in the world but she liked Alexia and wanted to get to know her.
Steph laughed. She knew she looked like her sister. She liked it. Scar hated it. "I don't expect she talks about me much. I don't see her round at all anymore and it's kinda confusing when I do." Steph didn't know whether to tell a girl she had only just met about her split personality.
"Ravenclaw." Steph shrugged. "My sister is a third year Gryffindor. Leslie Duboit. You might know her." Steph knew that Leslie was probably very confused as to what was happening. One minute, Steph was a laughing joking person with out a care in the world. The next, Scar took over and she was...
Steph smiled. "I'm a second year. I could help you if you want. I've already read that book three times. I spend most of my life reading." When I'm not Scar that is. She thought to herself. "What year are you in?? And what house??"
Steph walked along the lawn, not caring that her boots were completely covered in mud. She had never cared what she looked like-to a point-so the mud didn't bother her. She saw a girl sat under a tree and saw that she was studying. Steph always seemed to be able to get on with people who cared...
Steph was sat with one book and one piece of parchment. She found it was the easiest way to do homework. She couldn't see why people went and picked up hundreds of books when they could get all the information they needed from one.
She looked over at a girl who seemed to be doing exactly that...
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