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| Isabella Nott | Nov 11 2015, 07:58:09 AM Post #1 | |
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A big red coat covered Isabella’s shoulders as she stormed into the small tea shop as though she owned the place. Heels clicked against the ground, students glanced up from their tables. Isabella just stared at them, their head soon dropped. Their voices were the annoying buzzes in the back of her head, the whispers shot past her like spells. A small smirk settled on her pink lips as she dropped her bag onto a small table. It was in the corner, a more private spot. The plastic little menu that stood up in between a holder stared at her. Isabella waved her hand with a click of her fingers, the nearby waitress stopped. “Black coffee. And a tea cake.” Isabella didn’t even look at the woman, she just observed the shadow of the waitress’ figure dash off. It was quiet, but not too quiet. Isabella needed the break more than anyone would ever know. |
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| Cleo Phelps | Nov 11 2015, 08:18:29 AM Post #2 | |
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The air was red, cloaked with the shivers of winter that rolled in from the outside world. Cleo could feel it as she walked into the small teashop, she had seen it in her crystal ball. And now she could see it again. The small creased edges of the table clothes, the light tea stains on the floor. It splattered, it stuck. Cleo hardly even flinched, she stepped forward into the room with no brass. No overly confident stride, no one looked up to her. No one ever did. Her fingers fiddled within her pocket, her thumb ran over a card at random. She plucked it from her pocket and stared at the image. Judgement. Cleo glanced over to the woman, not even pausing as she began to walk over to her. Standing just above her table, Cleo was spared the icy stare. For now. “I’ve heard the devil wears red.” |
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| Isabella Nott | Nov 11 2015, 09:30:16 AM Post #3 | |
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Isabella had been expecting her food to be placed in front of her, but the shadow stayed. It loomed over her. And then this sweet, unexpected voice. It spoke to her with such innocence, she looked up from the table and forced a smile. “Have you now?” Isabella’s face didn’t drop, a sneer didn’t slip onto her lips with the ease that others would expect. Instead, she kept the eye contact. And the smile. “I’ve heard students are dropping like flies, injuries, attacks… Shame, isn’t it?” Isabella sighed as she turned back to the table in front of her just as a cup was placed in front of her. Picking up a spoon, Isabella began to stir her coffee. The sigh that left her lips was one she used on far too many occasions with her stupid sons. |
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