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- OOC First Name
- Beth / Bethy
- Sexual Orientation
- Bisexual
- Wand
- Cherry Wand 12 1/2" Essence of Wood Rose
- Age
- 8/2009
The blue light of the youthful morning, dripped through the large glass windows of the second floor corridor. The castle was drowned with a cold silence as many students caught the last few hours of sleep they would get at Durmstrang before they returned home. While most would come back to the castle to continue their education, there were those who were finished with school. It was time for the seventh years to move on, to find their chosen path and to walk it with pride. Her shoes near silent on the stone floor, Larissa moved quietly to one of the many windows to gaze out of it: How long had it been, she wondered, since she had last felt sure of herself and of her life? The answer was not one to bring her comfort. She had even fooled herself into believing she would someday wed the love of her life, have children of her own, have something to die for. She was a fool for thinking it. Love did not truly exist, only lust in its place. Lust and suffering and trickery. And to think she had thought that Mark..
Larissa turned her head to a side, closing her eyes as though the thought was too painful. While she so frequently gave off the energy of someone in control, this was only as true as her eyes were brown. Larissa may have had a knack for the manipulation of others, but this only stretched as far as her heart would allow it. She could never fool Mark or Grakul or her father. She had cared about them too much. But where were they now? Where were they when she needed them? Her mother had as-good-as eliminated two of the three, and the other had changed so much since eliminating her mother. All he did was work. As far as Larissa saw it, he had abandoned her. She opened her eyes, pressing her fingertips to the window pane. What was she doing with her life? Why was she still waiting for him? And whose breaths could she hear behind her?
Larissa turned her head to a side, closing her eyes as though the thought was too painful. While she so frequently gave off the energy of someone in control, this was only as true as her eyes were brown. Larissa may have had a knack for the manipulation of others, but this only stretched as far as her heart would allow it. She could never fool Mark or Grakul or her father. She had cared about them too much. But where were they now? Where were they when she needed them? Her mother had as-good-as eliminated two of the three, and the other had changed so much since eliminating her mother. All he did was work. As far as Larissa saw it, he had abandoned her. She opened her eyes, pressing her fingertips to the window pane. What was she doing with her life? Why was she still waiting for him? And whose breaths could she hear behind her?