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Marlee was a first year. She was much smaller than the majority of the other students at Hogwarts, she didn't stand out from anyone else at this magnificent school, especially the Gryffindors and she was lost. She was trying to find the library, but the directions the seventh year Hufflepuff had given her weren't very good and mostly consisted of words that were 'go this way' and 'then go that way' and Marlee wasn't sure if 'this way' was right or left or if 'that was' was up or downstairs. She had a faint inkling of where the library was supposed to be, but where it actually was, she wasn't sure. She was honestly beginning to wonder if the library was a myth. She knew this was ridiculous. The teachers talked about the library. Other students talked about the library. Everyone talked about the library as though there was one, even some of the first years she didn't know (which was pretty much all of them), so there had to be one...somewhere, she just couldn't find it.

As she turned another corner, angry and frustrated tears forming in her eyes, she realized she knew where she was. She was close to the Transfiguration classroom and...probably some other classroom, but her memory wasn't amazing, so she couldn't figure out exactly what that room was, but it was probably another classroom or a teachers lounge or something of that sort.

There has to be someone here that will help me, she thought desperately, wishing she would run into Kir or another of the Gryffindor first years she had classes with. Kir has always talked about how wonderful the people are here. Except for the Slytherins. They hate the Gryffindors for whatever reason. I've never done anything to them and they hate me already...

Her thoughts trailed off and she continued down the corridor, getting more lost than ever before. Her sense of misdirection reminded her of when she was in the hospital and sick with cancer, when she was dying. She hated being reminded of those years of her life, but she had a hard time forgetting it. She tried running down the hall to erase the memories, but they wouldn't go away, they wouldn't leave her alone. She shook her head and leaned against the wall, holding her head. Go away! Go away! Go away! she shouted at the memories. But they didn't obey. They never did.

[JAYCEN NATHANIEL TATE]

*---I DON'T CARE I HAVE NO LUCK

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"Yes, professor." Jayce started to back out of the room, the tiny slip of paper allowing him access to the restricted section of the library clutched in his hand. "Thanks very much. I'll be sure to tell you anything interesting I find." The transfiguration teacher, Miss Swanepoele, smiled pleasantly back at him and wished him a good day as Jayce turned and walked quickly out of the classroom, his robes swaying back and forth with each step he took. He usually wasn't a fan of visiting teacher's classrooms after hours, if he had a question he'd ask it during class, but he hadn't realized what books he'd need for his research until after classes for the day were over, and Miss Swanepoele was one of the teachers he was most comfortable with. She'd had no problem with giving him a little slip of paper saying that he had her permission to access the Restricted Section of the Library. He had had no doubt that she would give it to him. He was head boy and the champion of his house, for pete's sake. It wasn't as though he were a slacker who wanted to wreak havoc in the 'sacred' area of the library.

He tucked the paper into his pockets and walked along the corridors to find a staircase to take him to the library. The halls of the school were tricky, even to a seventh year like himself, but it was the staircases that really got him sometimes. The buggers like to change their directions, and sometimes it could take fifteen minutes to find a staircase that would actually take you where you wanted to go. The halls were general deserted right now, though. Most students were talking with teachers, enjoying fresh air, or in their commons room. As he was walking by one corridor, though, he noticed a lone figure crumpled against a wall, holding her head. She didn't look so happy, so Jayce changed his course to see if there was anything he could help with. Judging from her tiny appearance, she was a first or second year. As headboy shouldn't he at least investigate?

"Hey, kiddo, what's the matter?" the Irish seventh year asked as soon as he was a few metres away from her.

YOU'RE A LITTLE LATE I'M ALREADY TORN

t a g g e d marlee harris
WORDS how many
s t a t u s complete/incomplete?
NOTES anything else?
o u t f i t clicky!
MUSIC what are you listening to?
c r e d i t MELLY ! @ NEVER RAINS

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[sophialynnavery]

Marlee was lost in her own world. All she was able to see was a white hospital bedroom, needles, people dressed in white, sterile hallways and tubes covering her chest, protruding from her chest and a faint beeping somewhere in the same room, reminding her just how sick she was. The only thing that filled her nostrils was the stench of death and sterilizer, which she had come to associate with death. This wasn't entirely surprising, since she had spent the majority of her life in the hospital.

She was so lost in her own thoughts that she couldn't even remember what she was doing anymore. She didn't know why she was in the second floor corridor. She knew she was lost, but that was about it. She couldn't remember what she was looking for or why. She was on the floor, holding her head in her hands, trying not to scream because of all the terrible memories flooding her mind, but how had she gotten there? She remembered leaning up against the wall. She remembered thinking about how it was unfair no one liked her. And then she was on the ground, crying with her eyes closed, her cheek pressed up against the cold, hard stone floor.

When she heard a voice from above her, an older male voice, she wondered if it was Kir, but when she opened her eyes, she didn't see Kir's feet. She saw foreign feet. She looked up and saw a boy she'd never seen before. His lips were moving, he was asking her something, but she couldn't hear him. She watched his lips moving slowly and deciphered from them the words, Hey kiddo, what's the matter?

Marlee pushed herself to her feet and shook her head, trying to put on her normal smile, the one everyone saw her with, not the awful expression she never let anyone see and tried to say, "I'm fine", but it came out more as a mumble and she wondered if the boy had even heard her speak. She stared at the floor, wiping away her tears, trying to forget about what had just happened and hoped that maybe he wouldn't ask. It was inevitable she knew, but if he did ask, what was she going to say?

t a g g e d Jayce Tate
WORDS 250+ [:
s t a t u s incomplete?
NOTES possible friendship/romance
o u t f i t t-shirt and jeans?
MUSIC Dueling the Basilisk by John Williams
c r e d i t MELLY ! @ NEVER RAINS