HARRY POTTER WLoF REWRITE PART 3 CHAP 20HARRY POTTER WLoF REWRITE PART 3 CHAP 20 by yinyangswings
“That is strange.”
“Tell me about it.” Moria replied, biting her thumb as she thought about it. “I’ve never heard of accidental magic to be like that. Have you?”
“Well everyone is unique I guess.” Florentia commented and Moria sighed, unable to argue with that. Still…
“I know, it’s just…I don’t know, it doesn’t feel like an accidental magic thing, instead it feels like something more.”
“You’re probably just diving too deep into it.”
“What are you? Giacintro?”
“What did I do this time?” The said auror asked as he walked into the room, placing his lunch on his desk. Rosetta smiled.
“Oh you know, past words coming back to haunt you. Normal stuff.”
“Oh fun.” He grunted sitting down.
“Have you ever heard of a young witch having an out of body experience due to accidental magic?” Moria asked. He paused, frowned, before o
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My Dear SisterNo matter how I try, I can't seem to find the right words which explain what you mean to me.
So please, be patient while I keep trying.
For so long, we were at odds with each other.
We were so caught up in our own personal situations, that we didn't really think about the other.
Fortunately, we grew out of that habit, and continue to do so to this day.
But before we go any further, there are some things I need you to know.
I'm sorry I couldn't be a friend to you like I wanted.
I'm sorry I didn't think of your feelings more, or that you even had them.
I'm thankful you were patient with me growing up.
It tells me you cared about me long before I even realized you did.
I wish we could be even a little bit closer to one another.
I wish I didn't feel as though I'm always being taken for granted.
I also wish sometimes you could see things from my side.
I know we're different from one another.
The saying "as different as night and day" sums up just how different we are from one another
The Mask I WearThe mask I wear that you all see
has now become my identity.
IT's coated with a sticky paste
and never seems to leave my face.
The mask I wear is just a lie
to hide my constant wish to die.
This emptiness inside my heart
is slowly tearing me apart.
The mask I wear to hide the pain,
it's all that's left to keep me sane.
My life's a vortex in a well,
a rampant spiral down to hell.
The mask is so no one will say
"why the look of great dismay?"
It hides what I can really be,
from everyone for eternity
But light will shine through in the end
if I have the fortune to find a friend.
The mask I wear will cease to be
When I can honestly love me.