Shaylah Rouge
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Shaylah walked up to the cliffs and sat by a tree. She always liked sitting here. When she was here, it usually meant she didn't want company and anyone who tried to talk to her would quickly find out so everyone just steered clear of this area when they realised she was there. That was the sort of reputation she'd been upholding in the last few months. Before that, she'd only really hurt anyone if they annoyed her, got her in a bad mood or had done something to her in the past. Back then she'd had Sydney or Teddy or any of her friends to hold her back when she was doing things that went to far. Now she was a lone wolf. She had no friends and her only family was in azkaban until 2043.
Shay sighed and leant back on her hands as she crossed her legs and looked across the horizon. She kind of wanted to go out and do something unthinkable so she could join him in azkaban. It had be over three years since she'd last seen him and that was the reason she was how she was. In Shay's first year at Hogwarts, the only people she didn't talk to were mudbloods. Now she spoke to no one. It was he way she liked it. No one deserved to have her to talk to. Why should they??
Shay cringed slightly when a strong wind blew straight into the side of her face. The bruise was taking ages to die down. It was now a horrible yellow and purple colour and looked disgusting. It was from where Markov had hit her. She was never going to forgive him for that. All she'd said was that he had friends that he couldn't trust. The bruise started on her cheek bone and spread out. The pain was less than it used to be but it was still there.
Shay sighed and leant back on her hands as she crossed her legs and looked across the horizon. She kind of wanted to go out and do something unthinkable so she could join him in azkaban. It had be over three years since she'd last seen him and that was the reason she was how she was. In Shay's first year at Hogwarts, the only people she didn't talk to were mudbloods. Now she spoke to no one. It was he way she liked it. No one deserved to have her to talk to. Why should they??
Shay cringed slightly when a strong wind blew straight into the side of her face. The bruise was taking ages to die down. It was now a horrible yellow and purple colour and looked disgusting. It was from where Markov had hit her. She was never going to forgive him for that. All she'd said was that he had friends that he couldn't trust. The bruise started on her cheek bone and spread out. The pain was less than it used to be but it was still there.