don't tell me that it's over &bull}}

[juliette cassandra black]

TELL ME WHY THIS WORLD IS A MESS I THOUGHT YOU
always tried your best. tell me what am i to do? maybe you should do it too.
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Juliette's mood had been becoming gradually worse over the year, and by April she had practically shut down. Not only was she now almost alone in the world, there was someone else who she assumed was trying to get in. But she didn't want to let them in. Analeigh, bitch-in-chief and long leggy Slytherin to boot was her sister. What a bomb to drop. The tiny girl had retreated into herself in the weeks that had proceeded to trample all over, not stopping or resting to give some downtime, and she was continuing to do so.

But she was lucky. She wasn't a victim of the virus. She had figured that was because she was a pureblood, but she couldn't be quite sure. The library was closed- her normal haunt off limits. All of her teachers had stopped giving classes and her friends had either fled or were being barracaded in their dorm rooms. So, she had proceeded to wander the castle for days on end. She wasn't very cold, except at night where she usually found refuge near a fire. Not that Hogwarts standards had suffered at all. She had even discovered that the caretaker- a squib- had actually died from the virus, and as sad as that made her (not for him personally- she never knew him, but for the loss of human life she was profoundly sad) it meant she could go and traipse about the grounds for as long as she wanted, or needed to, and still had the ability to come inside as the doors weren't locked.

Hogwarts had darkened. Fires burned only where students sat by them and the food supply provided by the house elves was available only on going to the kitchen and speaking to them. But Juliette wasn't really in a speaking mood. She hadn't been for quite a while. When it came into situations she just wouldn't speak, but no one had noticed. No one ever wanted her opinion anyway.

So. Today she was reflecting, thinking music in her head and smoking on the steps leading up to the entrance hall. It wasn't particularly cold, but out of habit she was wearing her jacket loose over her clothes, the slight breeze brushing it somewhat, as well as twirling the tendrils of her hair not up in a bun around in a breeze. She lit up, the flame from her lighter shielded from the breeze by her hand, and she took a drag. Smoking wasn't something Juliette had ever really done before, but someone had left a packet lying around and she thought that she should really try it - her 'try everything once' philosophy. On her first drag she coughed, but two, three, four. The smoke hung in the air and it irritated her lungs. It wasn't very pleasant, but it wasn't particularly unpleasant either, so she thought that she'd keep going.

It was silent for a long while, but eventually she heard footsteps behind her. They interrupted her thoughts, but she didn't move except to take another drag. Please don't stop, just move on, I'm not here, she thought, hoping that her willpower alone would be enough to get her some peace. Usually she was wrong.

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outfit here
music amy macdonald &hearts
notes sorry >.< this isn't good.