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❁ཻུ۪۪ ┊. · . - love is a story written on fragile paper, only to be consumed by flames when it's time has passed.
── AWAKENINGTHEROSES - 2024
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001 -zara anderson
HER EYES SNAPPED OPEN,her eye lids forced apart in such a violent manner it stung. She sprung from the lay she quivered in, rasping for a blink of breath that felt so far. She only rasped in a bitter tang that she was fairly familiar with, as she began to grow sick.
Her heart beat echoed within her mind, drenched sweat head pounding and she couldn't focus on anything, as her eyes swayed for a moment, forced to greet (not welcome) the darkness that came as quickly as it left.
She filled with, uneasiness, that had painted her face. Nevertheless, it was nowhere near to dominating her to proud sentiment, to show no fear and let her weakness show, even alone in her comfort of bed and her space so familiar with.
Zara Anderson couldn't recall one single thing that impelled her, followed her, and stranded her in such this reeling state, that she awoke in torment early in the shadows of morning. It had pained her mind as she forced through ache to remember, physical and mentally, yet her ambition was one attribute that dominated over all, and she pushed through it all to make sure everyone acknowledged that.
Her heart cooled as little time went on, and her breathing steady as the child exhaled deeply in exhaustion. Her fingers ran cold against her heated face, the tangerine glint flickering between her digits. One could only truly believe this had occurred every night, as Zara had had only the kindest of her house elves light a fire in the pit for every dark morning, which she asked for, as so she wouldn't have to sit and endure in the total dark. If there was a night she didn't, they would eventually put it out, for no fire left on for a sleeping person meant no brunt house.
The thick blankets ruffled as she thrusted them off her body, embracing the breath of chilliness that night offered gratefully.
A soft, folded paper slid against Zara's fingers that she held on with the most gentle touch, and the girl hugged it against her chest as she made her away to the fire pit, sitting across her framed bed, with a perfect distance.
Despite there being a chair, she settled on the hard, marble floor, legs tucked in beneath her.
She sleepily smiled at the embroidered plate with crumbs, put on a slim, tall brown wooden table set aside to a rich, embellished couch next to the fire place. Evidence of what was left of desert from the night before- the remains of what the elves left, not long ago. She had only started leaving it for them after they had started lighting a fire for her every night, managing to not wake her up. Zara would admit, with no mind, that she had to order them (of course, with only kindness and respect that only little of house elves came across) to eat it for a reward of her gratitude, and they had no choice to bow the wishes of their child master (she was always a bit uncomfortable, yet, grateful of that title they gave her: child master Anderson). She liked to believe that they did it gratefully with no hesitation after they were given permission. Zara was most happy if they hadn't taken an interest to tattle to her parents of it, not being very allowed of her deliberant action.
She hummed with joy at the heat of the fire, and a warmth of magnitude covered her body as like a jacket, one that she trusted completely.
With the heat, came illuminating light, and anyone wouldn't be disappointed by the rich appearance of Zara Anderson. Her beauty was one of a kind.
Her black hair fell long, far due for a cut. Raven tresses comprised with neat waves, in a bit of a contrast to the long bangs in front of her pale face that cascaded in short waves, parted in the middle and usually tied from the back of her head. Her eyes shined in a brilliant shade of dark azure against her pale profile that always held a blush of a faint pink shine. Her eyes held a look so sharp with a deep-set structure, yet a glint so soft with a doe appearance.
She was enthralled, the same light and shining eyes sparkling with glimmering gold, at the sight of the single piece of paper that her gazed lowered too. It only held that next step to her long and well promising future-
Dear, Zara Anderson.
We are please to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Her eyes scanned the perfectly lined words with ease, pleasing her more only each time she read it, memorizing it. Locking it in her brain for eternity.
It had always made her worry's feel like as if they never truly existed. It was a way out, so simple and easy, too good to be true. It was no real way of explaining why this opportunity brought her such joy. It was for hundreds more alike her, yet, it felt most special to her.
Her eyes were dangerously illuminated with red, flaming fire.
Hogwarts.
She hummed those words. The first word of daybreak, everyday since she received the letter.
"Hogwarts," the child's utter was quiet, her voice hushed and her timbre laced with a deep layered excitement. It followed out as a whisper, merely caressing the ears of her only. Hogwarts, a place where her dreams would be granted. "Soon, I'll become the greatest witch my world will ever see."
