Sunday morning, rain is falling

[CHARLOTTE KYONG PARKER]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, border-left: #3A4748 8px solid; border-right: #839175 2px dashed; background: #d8d8d8; padding-top: 16px; padding-right: 16px; padding-left: 16px; padding-bottom: 12px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; width: 368px;] Sunday morning, rain is falling ----- Steal some covers, share some skin ----- Kenna, Charlotte’s tabby kitten, was currently sitting in her lap. Out of the two lives, only one was currently totally happy. It was the cat. Charlotte felt miserable and excited at the same time. She was excited because of the new friendship, for lack of a better term, she shared with James Potter. She was miserable because she felt horrible, she’d gone outside with James the day before to have a small heart to heart. While they were out there, it started raining, not two hours after it stopped. Charlotte felt so sick, her head was pounding and nose stuffy. Her eyes were heavy, and her throat was on fire. She knew she looked fine, her symptoms not showing on the outside, but she was dressed every differently than normal. Whenever she wasn’t in her uniform, Charlotte was dressed to the aces. Today, however, she had on old red cheetah print jeans, and a black tank top. She wasn’t even wearing her normal, heels. She was currently rocking some pretty blue flats. If there was one fashion trend Charlotte hated, it was flats. Being five foot, and three inches was horrible. She was the shortest of the short. As Charlotte stroked her cat, her attention was stolen by the scars all over her arm. When she was only fourteen months old, she had been in a tragic car accident, one that left her motherless. Charlotte had tried countless times to cover, or get rid of, the scars. Nothing worked, so she was stuck with them, tiny white lines, only an inch or two in length, criss-crossing up her arms, and parts of her back. Normally, Charlotte did her best to cover them, wearing long sleeves or sweaters. But, every one and a while, she couldn’t muster up the energy to care. tag: Nate & Astrid --- words: 302 --- outfit: HERE

[ASTRID TEGAN DOLLINGER]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background-color: transparent;true] I say I'm leaving, but It ain't true In truth, Astrid had no plans today. So she had no point in getting as dressed up as she did. But that’s why she told herself she had to. Get all dressy, Ash, you never know what plans could be made today, she’d thought to herself. It was true. Anything could happen, and if she was wearing sweats or jeans and a tshirt, something wildly fun could happen, and she wouldn’t be dressed properly. So after an hour of getting her look just right, Astrid strolled out to the Gryffindor common room. The common room was pretty empty, most of the Gryffindors were either still sleeping or at breakfast. But it wasn’t completely empty. Sitting with her cat in the common room was a very sad looking Charlotte Parker. For the briefest second, Astrid almost kept walking. She hated butting in on other peoples business, but walking right past someone who just looked like they needed a hug... She couldn’t do it. Astrid rounded up her red curls at the nape of her neck and tied them back. They’d sat naturally flowing around her shoulders, but she was saddling up to get warm by the fire and see if Char needed anything. She tentatively made her way towards where the younger girl sat, resting her hand on the back of the couch. Hey, Char, are you okay? she asked, her voice light and gentle. I was gonna go get some breakfast, if you cared to join me. 481 words in this post. Astrid's outfit. Tag Charlotte and Nate

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background-color: transparent;true] I say I'm leaving, but It ain't true Astrid eyed Charlotte again. When it came down to it, the poor girl looked like she was in no fit way to go down to the great hall.you know, I can just go get some and bring it back, she said, obviously worried about the girl. She started towards the door, but Charlotte continued talking, so instead she sat down in a side chair. Astrid couldn't help but try to bite her tongue when the younger prefect said she'd missed dinner and was outside. She knew better than to be out after curfew not doing prefect duties. But she kept it to herself, at least for now, since Charlotte wasn't feeling up to par. But she shook her head. Is it too obtrusive to ask what is wrong? She looked around the common room, again confirming that they were indeed the only two in there. Most people weren't going to say anything when there are any other people around. If Charlotte didn't want to talk about it, she'd move the conversation along. She was flexible that way. 411 words in this post. Astrid's outfit. Tag Charlotte and Nate

[CHARLOTTE KYONG PARKER]

(NOTE: I was trying to modify a post on my phone, and IDK HOW, but I accidently deleted my posts. WHOOPS I'll post a reply soon!)

[CHARLOTTE KYONG PARKER]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, border-left: #3A4748 8px solid; border-right: #839175 2px dashed; background: #d8d8d8; padding-top: 16px; padding-right: 16px; padding-left: 16px; padding-bottom: 12px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; width: 368px;] Sunday morning, rain is falling ----- Steal some covers, share some skin ----- “I’m just missing my mom. She died when I was a baby, and normally, I cope with it pretty well. But, whenever I’m sick, or something similar, I can’t help but miss her.” Charlotte curled up on the couch. She felt horrible, her nose was plugged up, throat on fire and head pounding. “I’d love to join you for breakfast, but I don’t have much of an appetite. I’d just like some tea,” when Charlotte had a lot on her mind, she lost her appetite. Always without fail, she lost it. When she first found out she’d be moving to London, she lost eight pounds. Eight pounds might not seem like much, but when one is only five feet, three inches and one hundred and nine pounds, it is. It had only been three days without an appetite, but Charlotte could already feel her jeans feeling looser. She knew it wasn’t healthy, but she couldn’t help it. Her whole live, Charlotte had a hard time keeping a steady weight. At any given time, she weighed one hundred and nine pounds to one hundred and fifteen pounds. tag: Nate & Astrid --- words: 186 --- outfit: HERE