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I'm not afraid of anything
I just need to know that I can breathe
I don't need much of anything
But suddenly, suddenly
I am small and the world is big
All around me is fast moving
Surrounded by so many things
But suddenly, suddenly
I just need to know that I can breathe
I don't need much of anything
But suddenly, suddenly
I am small and the world is big
All around me is fast moving
Surrounded by so many things
But suddenly, suddenly
Ⓗeather Ⓢtevia Ⓗawthorn
Single | Hufflepuff | Third Year | Beater | Halfblood
Would you comfort me? Would you cry with me?
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Heather watched as Dominic left them. His outer appearance showed the calm and collected boy she knew him to be, but his lopsided grin was merely a mask to hide the inner longing she witnessed in his eyes. So he walked away. And she stood there. One second. Two seconds. Three seconds. "Wait!" she called, suddenly taking off at a run. She sprinted to the Slytherin second year... Well, actually past him. She circled around and stopped dead in her tracks right in front of him. There was no where for him to go. He could not escape her. "Hey. Do you want to ride with me to the castle? Remy, Dhylan, and I were going to ride together, and we've got an extra seat, and I was thinking maybe you'd like to join us, so..." she rambled on and on. She had this feeling in the pit of her stomach that Dhylan was not going to be happy about this, and she could imagine Remy would freak out on her for doing so, but she just had to invite him along. Last term, she never saw him with many other students. He was always by himself. A loner. And that was just not right. "After all, us Quidditch jocks gotta stick together, right?" she added with a lopsided grin of her own. The relatively shorter third year looked up at the unnaturally tall second year and awaited his response.
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Single | Hufflepuff | Third Year | Beater | Halfblood
Would you comfort me? Would you cry with me?
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Heather watched as Dominic left them. His outer appearance showed the calm and collected boy she knew him to be, but his lopsided grin was merely a mask to hide the inner longing she witnessed in his eyes. So he walked away. And she stood there. One second. Two seconds. Three seconds. "Wait!" she called, suddenly taking off at a run. She sprinted to the Slytherin second year... Well, actually past him. She circled around and stopped dead in her tracks right in front of him. There was no where for him to go. He could not escape her. "Hey. Do you want to ride with me to the castle? Remy, Dhylan, and I were going to ride together, and we've got an extra seat, and I was thinking maybe you'd like to join us, so..." she rambled on and on. She had this feeling in the pit of her stomach that Dhylan was not going to be happy about this, and she could imagine Remy would freak out on her for doing so, but she just had to invite him along. Last term, she never saw him with many other students. He was always by himself. A loner. And that was just not right. "After all, us Quidditch jocks gotta stick together, right?" she added with a lopsided grin of her own. The relatively shorter third year looked up at the unnaturally tall second year and awaited his response.
Wearing
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I'm young, and I am free
But I get tired, and I get weak
I get lost, and I can't sleep
But suddenly, suddenly
How does it feel, to be different from me?
Are we the same?
How does it feel, to be different from me?
Are we the same?
How does it feel?
But I get tired, and I get weak
I get lost, and I can't sleep
But suddenly, suddenly
How does it feel, to be different from me?
Are we the same?
How does it feel, to be different from me?
Are we the same?
How does it feel?