Sɪʀ, ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ sʜᴇ's ʙʟᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ
-Eᴘɪᴘʜᴀɴʏ • Tᴀʏʟᴏʀ Sᴡɪꜰᴛ-
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Every day I look at myself and watch as my body decays.
I've had therapists, but they all spit in my face and tell me I'm a broken mirror.
I let out my breath and hoped someone would lead me out of the darkness.
- D.M
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5,113 Days since Onyx had last seen her father.
5,112 Days since she started living with Snape.
Four hours since she last looked in the mirror.
On the 31 of October, Hogwarts hosted an annual Halloween dance that Onyx dreaded with every fiber in her being.
Pansy walked out of the bathroom in an orange turtleneck, a pink skirt, and two different shoes in her hand.
"Which one?" She breathed out, clearly anxious. "Wait-why aren't you dressed?"
"I'm not going this year, Pansy. I like the black shoe."
"What-of course, you're going!" She put the brown shoe Down in the corner of the room and started putting on the black flats.
Knock knock knock
"Could you get that Onyx?"
"Yea, I got it, Pansy" when Onyx got to the door, it burst open and almost hit her in the face. The image she saw was surprisingly unsurprising.
Enzo had a blowup Patric star costume and practically took up the entire entry to their room.
Behind him walked in Blaise dressed in Bright green and Draco with a white shirt and a gold chain.
"And who are you two supposed to be?" Onyx laughed.
"A zucchini"
"Slim shady"
Pansy rolled her eyes. They always had the stupidest costumes.
Mattheo walked in with a white shirt with the words "ur mom" in bold.
"I'm your mom," he said, clearly tired. "What are you, Onyx?"
"I'm not going."
"WHAT?" Enzo yelled in his blow-up costume, which echoed loudly.
"Your going"
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Onyx had nothing in her closet except for a banana costume from last year when she and Pansy wanted to cheer for Cedric while fighting a dragon.
The Great hall was packed with boys and girls of all ages.
In the corner, Enzo was drowning his drink through the mouth hole in his costume.
Everyone seemed to be having fun, but onyx had an uneasy feeling.
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AZKABAN:
Bellatrix Lestrange and Antonin Dolohov had learned to communicate through the walls. Bellatrix had figured it out when she threw herself against the wall for what felt like the millionth time; she could hear Antonin through the wall muttering to himself about how annoying the banging was.
"Today is the day, Antonin." Bella laughed.
"Yes. Yes, it is"
"I can't wait to see my Goddaughter."
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SIDE EFFECTS OF YOU- D.M (discontinued)
FanfictionDiscontinued...has good smut tho- "Art that was filled with flaws and insecurity...but that's what made it so beautiful. The defects made it worth the used paint. What's the Point of painting something perfect when you can have something like this?"...
