"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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Ceiling fresco at Würzburg Residenz
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Absolutely no important info is about to be given in this bolded section: This painting has nothing to do with the chapter but I was watching an art documentary about Rococo Art by Perspective on Youtube. I find Rococo and Baroque art stunning but also so funny. This definitely kind of offensive ceiling fresco painted the Europeans as so advanced and enlightened and it is supposed to show all the continents but they only knew of four at the time! So only four are painted! I just find it so funny.
Okay, now onto the story.
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Tarra stared at her living room ceiling as shadows danced across it. Her thoughts were not of the muggle world. They were on the glowing teenage, yellow eyes, and a dark wizard with a snake-like face. Her friend Amy, who laid on the couch a couple feet from her, seemed miles away until she spoke,
"I want to move to London. No. I am moving to London."
This shocked Tarra out of the wizarding world.
"What?" She said.
"I'm going to live with my aunt. My parents have already agreed and I'm going to try out at the fancy football academy there."
Tarra bit her cheek and swallowed the unsupportive comments.
"When do you leave?"
"In a week."
Tarra blinked back the tears and said, "That sounds wonderful, Amy."
Tarra threw herself to the ground. She wept to the blue sky and the green treetops. Sticks tangled her glossy blonde hair.
Blaise sighed and sat on a fallen log.
She cried, "she's gone! I'm never going to see her again!"
Blaise opened his mouth.
Tarra glared at upside-down him (to her at least) and said,
"Oh, shut it!"
Blaise glared back at her.
"I know what you're going to say about her being a mudblood muggle and how I should just forget her because she's not a witch like you and me!"
"First, that is not how mudblood is used and second, yes that was what I was going to say."
Tarra leaped to her feet and brandished her wand at him. Blaise stared on as she raged and ranted at him. She poked him in the chest with her wand then fell back to the ground and wept again.
"I don't know why you're so sad about this. It sounds like Ameralda, or whatever her name is, is following her passion."
