"You look like a marble statue. You always do. You become the pinnacle of human beauty in anger, joy, and... grief."
Tarra Williams never thought that asking a little boy to play would change her life...
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Tarra sat on a four legged stool with a ridiculous hat on her lap. She heard nothing. Not the voice of the lady in the pointy hat. Not a single whisper of the hundreds of kids that stared up at her. She stood from the stool and they all froze. A thousand people suspended in time.
She wandered towards the head table. Professor Flitwick stopped mid yawn. His hand did its best to hide it. She giggled. Shock flickered across her face as the sound echoed through the silent hall. She wondered at the enchanted ceiling before she turned to stare at an old man with a long white beard and long white hair.
She marveled at him.
"You, sir, are a true wizard."
His blue eyes twinkled at her.
She twirled around to face the students. Her eyes skimmed over the different tables when they got to the lion one. A chill went up her spine. She searched more urgently. Hissing rung in her ears. Something scraped against the ground. Her eyes landed on red hair when the great doors bursted open. Yellow eyes burned into her skull.
Her eyes shot open. Sunlight streamed in through her window and the birds chirped, but Tarra couldn't move. Her legs refused to lift. Her arms remained glued against her sheets. Tears streamed down her face but she couldn't wipe them away. Then Doris flew through her open window and dropped a dead mouse on her head.
She screeched and jumped out of bed. The mouse fell from her head onto her pillow.
Doris glared at her, picked it up, and returned to her cage to gobble it up.
When her heart stopped pounding in her chest, the dream came back to her. Her breaths became shallow. She rushed to the table and with a shaky hand wrote about the dream to Blaise. Doris had just disappeared through the window with the letter when someone pounded on her front door.
Tarra jumped and ran her hand through her hair. It got stuck in a tangle.
Amy's shout floated through the window, "Tarra! Come on! Everyone's already in the square!"
Tarra cursed. Her eyes widened but she relaxed when she remembered her parents were at work. She threw her hair into a ponytail, slipped off yesterday's clothes, and changed into something new. She raced down the stairs, grabbed an apple and a water bottle, locked the door, and charged right past Amy.
Amy jumped back. "I bet you that I can beat you to the square!" Tarra shouted to Amy.
Amy's eyes narrowed. She puffed out her chest and took off at a sprint.
Blaise lurked in the shadows. Bushes tangled around him and a book sat in his lap. He peered out into the bright, sunny muggle world with a sneer.
What type of boring game is this? He thought as he watched Tarra's friends kick a ball with their feet. He yawned and returned to his book only to glance back at the game a second later.
