- Messages
- 358
- OOC First Name
- Jasmine
- Blood Status
- Half Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Sexual Orientation
- pansexual
- Wand
- Straight 12 Inch Unyielding Beech Wand with Meteorite Dust Core
- Age
- 9/2033
Stella had never been so unhappy in her life. Her anger had abated over the holidays, and now what was left was mostly sorrow. Zoe, her Zoe - the moon in her sky, who like the moon had changed and circled but always returned to her - her Zoe was lost to her. And it was her fault. Stella regretted, now, the things that she'd said, but she knew too that she could not forgive the things Zoe had said in return. The idea that the entirety of their relationship was based on a . . . a misunderstanding, was abhorrent to her. But it was over now, and instead they were reduced to avoiding each other, and Stella was beginning to realise that she didn't truly have other friends. Not friends like Zoe, who she could talk to about anything, and had trusted implicitly despite their bickering. She enjoyed Phoebe's company, and Nixon's, and Veronica's and Fleur's, but none of them were close to her like Zoe had been. And she loved her sister dearly, but she was too young to really understand, and so there was no one she could talk to about this ache in her heart, this feeling of wrongness and isolation.
During the day she could throw herself into study and her new prefect duties, but when the evening came and she had to return to the stony silence of the dorm, where Zoe pointedly ignored her and she, with increasing reluctance, did the same, some nights she simply couldn't face it. At times like this, as during periods of lesser upset, the stars were her solace. She came up to the North Tower to watch them alone, and if sometimes they grew blurred by her tears, that was just the price she paid for being alone. Tonight, the moon was a slender crescent and the stars blazed vivid and clear, and Stella lost herself in them, for a while at least.
During the day she could throw herself into study and her new prefect duties, but when the evening came and she had to return to the stony silence of the dorm, where Zoe pointedly ignored her and she, with increasing reluctance, did the same, some nights she simply couldn't face it. At times like this, as during periods of lesser upset, the stars were her solace. She came up to the North Tower to watch them alone, and if sometimes they grew blurred by her tears, that was just the price she paid for being alone. Tonight, the moon was a slender crescent and the stars blazed vivid and clear, and Stella lost herself in them, for a while at least.