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Post by Rose Holt on Jan 9, 2010 4:54:16 GMT -5
After the confrontation with Chance, Rose had gone to the girl's room to clean up her appearance. She was extremely skilled at charms, so modifying her reflection was easy enough.
There were really only two people who would see through the facade and that was why she didn't go to her house where she stood a chance of running into Connor or Gwen.
Instead she headed toward the library with every intention of losing herself in a book.
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Post by Brooklyn MacKay on Jan 9, 2010 4:59:29 GMT -5
Unfortunately for Rose, Brook was in the library and she had asked Connor to help her study. Not that she really needed help, but she liked his company and she was using the excuse to hang out with him.
She nudged him slightly when she saw Rose enter the room as if the hounds of hell were on her heels, "Isn't that Rose?"
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Post by Connor Doyle on Jan 9, 2010 14:08:32 GMT -5
Connor had been quick to agree to help Brook study, even if he wasn't really the most academic person she could have asked. Still, he did well enough, and they both knew it wasn't really about studying anyway.
He heard Brook's question, but Connor's eyes were already on Rose as she entered the library. She was his best friend, after all, and he always seemed to know when she entered a room.
"Excuse me," he said to Brook, getting to his feet and meeting Rose near the front of the room. "No, outside," he told her, where he knew there would be less people watching her. "What's going on?"
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Post by Rose Holt on Jan 9, 2010 16:03:28 GMT -5
Rose's eyes went wide when she saw him. She tried immediately to play it off, "Connor, Hi!" she said brightly, but he cut her off and took her outside.
She swallowed, " What do you mean?" she glanced to the side to avoid his eyes. Her own weren't red, but perhaps a bit over glossy.
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Post by Brooklyn MacKay on Jan 9, 2010 16:06:05 GMT -5
Brook felt slightly awkward at being abruptly left behind, she couldn't see anything wrong with Rose at first glance, but with Connor's expression and Brook's natural detective-like qualities she soon figured out that all was not as it seemed.
She closed her book, making no pretense of actually studying and instead brought out a different book, it was leather bound and had leather straps keeping it closed. She muttered a spell and the straps untied themselves. Using her quill she began writing in what she insisted was not a diary, but a journal.
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Post by Connor Doyle on Jan 14, 2010 12:36:54 GMT -5
"Come on, Rose. I know you better than anyone. I know when something's wrong."
She didn't have to be crying for him to know she was upset. It was clear in the way she carried herself, the way she wouldn't meet his eyes, her tone of voice. "What happened? I'll kick his arse."
He'd meant that last part jokingly, but any pretense of a smile was dropped from his lips. "It was Valerian, wasn't it? I really will kick his arse."
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Post by Guinevere Scotts on Jan 14, 2010 12:54:47 GMT -5
Gwen had a couple of books in her arms that needed to be returned to the library. Rose, really, had the worst timing if she wanted to be away from the both of them.
She looked up, hearing voices from the end of the hall, and quirked a brow seeing her two best friends. Neither one of them looked particularly thrilled to be there.
"Hey, what's going on?" she asked, coming up and joining them.
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Post by Rose Holt on Jun 2, 2010 23:09:27 GMT -5
She swallowed when Connor hit the nail on the head, she had tried desperately to conceal what was going on and even now though she couldn't cry misery was etched there, "I don't know why I let him get to me so badly...I really don't." she said before biting a trembling lip.
When Gwen met up with them she took a deep breath, there was no point in trying to hide from either of them now she sighed, " Nothing important."
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Post by Brooklyn MacKay on Jul 13, 2010 11:24:43 GMT -5
Brook always found herself at the wrong place during the wrong time. Now she bit her lip feeling not necessarily excluded but unnecessary, unnecessary and unsure of what she was supposed to do. Seeing the beautiful seemingly perfect witch in front of her she wondered what could have brought the girl down but she knew it was really none of her business.
Writing in her journal she observed the interactions between the three of them, how they banded together. That was friendship...if Brook had friends she might have understood it, but for now it was something to be observed and taken into account.
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