Beatrice Haywood. More than just Penny’s little sister.
“I'm sure she's told you how disappointed she is that I'm not walking around like a mini Penny anymore.”
❝All I need is a little bit of space to breathe, let me be me.❞
𝕒 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕣𝕜 𝕠𝕗 #𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕘𝕝𝕖𝕤. https
She’s quietly crossing the courtyard, keeping her hood up and her head down to avoid eye contact with everyone.
Laying down on the stone bench, she remained silent as her head rested in Tulip’s lap. “No one understands it the way you do . . .” She finally said.
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Hey, hey. She and the other students who fell victim to the curses deserve to say that more than anyone, but …
⠀ ⠀ ⠀If she’d never been sent here, they never would’ve met. There are some positives, even in the storm.
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Would she want to sit down and work on her extra work together? It wouldn’t be as bad having somebody else there to help with it.
The sleeping’s another issue … Is there anything she could do?
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And she’s carrying a pair of scissors, with the intention of finding the portrait she was trapped in, even though she knew it was destroyed.
She carried on walking down the stairs, unaware she was being called out for.
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She’s unaware of the fact that Beatrice is sleepwalking currently, but she’d recognize the Hufflepuff anywhere.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀“Bea?”
A mere whisper compared to the loud silence around them.
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