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- OOC First Name
- Rowan
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- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Married
- Sexual Orientation
- Sia) (Bisexual
- Wand
- Straight 9 1/2 Inch Flexible Elm Wand with Phoenix Tail Feather Core
- Age
- 10/2030 (33)
She didn't want to be, but part of October was sad not to have a date to her final Yule Ball. It shouldn't matter, it was a silly thing to be upset about, but it only reinforced the part of October that was certain that nobody actually liked her. Amber had been her only close friend for a long time, and now that she had graduated, October didn't have anyone. It occurred to her bitterly that it was a good thing Tristan had been so thoroughly humiliated, even if she had been humiliated herself in the process, as if that hadn't happened she may have considered asking him herself in a moment of desperation.
Standing by the snack table, October sipped a cup of punch, and tried not to look as lonely as she felt. Hopefully people would think she was just... waiting for her friends, or something like that. Even April had a date tonight, and thought October was happy that her sister was so happy in her relationship, it stung once again watching something come so easily to April that October had to struggle and struggle with. She avoided looking at her sister, staring out over the dancefloor almost unseeing as she sipped her punch. October wanted to dance, and though she knew other people were having no problem dancing by themselves, something about the Head Girl dancing by herself felt... pathetic, according to the part of October's mind that constantly reminded her she wasn't good enough. She would just have to stand here, alone again, and hope anything or anyone came along to distract her.
Standing by the snack table, October sipped a cup of punch, and tried not to look as lonely as she felt. Hopefully people would think she was just... waiting for her friends, or something like that. Even April had a date tonight, and thought October was happy that her sister was so happy in her relationship, it stung once again watching something come so easily to April that October had to struggle and struggle with. She avoided looking at her sister, staring out over the dancefloor almost unseeing as she sipped her punch. October wanted to dance, and though she knew other people were having no problem dancing by themselves, something about the Head Girl dancing by herself felt... pathetic, according to the part of October's mind that constantly reminded her she wasn't good enough. She would just have to stand here, alone again, and hope anything or anyone came along to distract her.
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