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Bryn Calosi was not in the mood for anyone's crap. She would have used another word, but she was trying to clean up her act. She hated her life right now. It had nothing to do with her adoptive family, but it had everything to do with magic. She was not able to use it. Sometimes, it just made her so angry. Angie tried to be considerate and not talk about her time at Hogwarts. Her parents always insisted that she did. She did not know why magic fascinated Angie's parents so much. It was probably because Bryn had grew up around magic, so the thought of it being real was not surprising to her. Bryn was actually very happy that her parents had not lived long enough to see her not receive an acceptance letter. Not only would they have seen how angry and out of control their daughter could get, but they would also see he differently. They would be ashamed to have her as their child. Squibs were lower than second class in the wizarding world. The Ministry did not even keep track of them. All they would do was send them off to a Muggle school so they could forget all about them. Ignoring magic is very hard. Bryn felt like that was what she was being pushed to do. Well, it was not going to happen. She loved magic! Even if she could not use it. She crossed her arms over he chest. It was dark outside, and the moon was out. It was not full, but it was half showing. She loved being out when it was like this. She always went to Bleak Street when she was angry. It was dangerous, but that never stopped her from going. No one had tried to bother her. She did not try and bother anyone. It was as simple as that. At school, she was on the track team. She would be able to run from a potential attacker if it came to it. Bryn had made sure to wear dark clothing. She did not want to call unwanted attention to herself. That would not be a good thing.
Bryn's feet had started to hurt. Usually she was wearing high heels, and it had done something to her feet. It was hard for her to not walk in heels. She had been walking around for at least an hour. She was sure that Jenny was worried about her. She did not care. Bryn had no problems making people worry about her. She never let herself make any connections with people. She did not want to trust someone with her life, and then they die, or something like that. That was how Bryn thought about it. She felt like she was cursed. Her parents were dead, and Bryn trusted them. They had gained that trust, but she felt like it was broken when they died. She had been so mad, and she remembered how betrayed she felt. It nearly broke her heart, but Bryn did not break easily. She slid down a wall and sat down. Her feet were so sore. She would have been able to last longer if she had worn her heels. Bryn sighed loudly, but no one payed her any mind. At least, that's what she thought/
Bryn's feet had started to hurt. Usually she was wearing high heels, and it had done something to her feet. It was hard for her to not walk in heels. She had been walking around for at least an hour. She was sure that Jenny was worried about her. She did not care. Bryn had no problems making people worry about her. She never let herself make any connections with people. She did not want to trust someone with her life, and then they die, or something like that. That was how Bryn thought about it. She felt like she was cursed. Her parents were dead, and Bryn trusted them. They had gained that trust, but she felt like it was broken when they died. She had been so mad, and she remembered how betrayed she felt. It nearly broke her heart, but Bryn did not break easily. She slid down a wall and sat down. Her feet were so sore. She would have been able to last longer if she had worn her heels. Bryn sighed loudly, but no one payed her any mind. At least, that's what she thought/