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Closed A Twister Of A Dance pv

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Ehsilat was super excited Saturday morning as she hurriedly made her way to breakfast. Her father was to owl her a parcel from one of his many travels abroad and she was told it is to arrive today. Ehsilat took a seat at the well-famed Slytherin table and eagerly ate her breakfast, while she waited for her parcel to arrive. She was piling jammed toast onto her plate when her family's owl and others flew into the Great Hall, the owl dropped her parcel onto her lap, then immediately flew away. Ehsilat hurried out of the Great Hall as soon as she received her parcel, not bothering to finish breakfast. A decision she will surely regret later during the day.
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Ehsilat laid out the mat onto the floors of the empty divination classroom. She had moved all the tables of of the way, completely disorganizing the classroom. 'Hopefully no teachers will enter, I do not need a detention right before graduation'. The slightly crumpled twister mat laid flat on the floor as Ehsilat stared at it. 'I've never played this game before, but father said it was to be fun, so I'm willing to give it a try...' Ehsilat took the box into her hand and read the instructions on how to play the game. She was surprised when she opened the box this morning after breakfast and found a muggle game inside. She was fine with the games muggles play though it was a confusing concept to Ehsilat, Why would someone willing play a game that made them look silly, and is actually completely pointless? But here she was reading the instructions on the box as she waited for her friends to join her. She took a seat on a lone chair in the classroom 'Hopefully this will be fun...'
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Closed A Twister Of A Dance pv
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First-Year
June
English: #4b774d
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French braids
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@Ehsilat Wilst
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☼It had been one of the longer Saturdays of Kenzie's first year at Hogwarts. Typically, the days seemed to whiz by, mostly because everyday was a new adventure for her, and time flies when one is having fun. Despite Hogwarts, and frankly, the entire magical world she's been introduced to, being so fascinating to her, making every day a fun and exciting time, there were some days where she missed home. Those days were hard, and they felt like the longest days in all of time. Today was one of those days.

Instead of sulking in her dorm or wasting away in the library, which is what she normally would've done on days like this, she decided to take a walk around the castle, particularly through the parts of the castle she doesn't know that much. She walked for a while, with no specific destination in mind, just wandering wherever her feet would take her. Her mind was lost, lost in a sea of her own thoughts, and deep heavy sighs would escape her lips every so often.

She hadn't been paying attention to where she was walking. Soon, the castle grew dark, like the sky outside. The swarms and groups of classmates in the corridors dwindled, until she was the only one left, even though she didn't notice. Her wandering had brought her to the top of one of the many towers of the castle, only this one she didn't recognize much at all. She heard a weird noise above her, which snapped her out of her trance-like state. Curious, she climbed the ladder in front of her until she reached the top. She was greeted with a disoriented classroom, but in the middle of the cleared-out floor was a girl. The girl was reading something, and Kenzie started to climb back down the ladder, attempting to get away before she was caught snooping. It was then that she noticed the crumpled Twister mat on the floor. That must've been the sound I heard.

She climbed back to the top of the ladder and stood up in the room. The girl hadn't noticed her, but she walked closer to the game anyway. Twister was one of her favorite games. She recalled the countless happy memories of playing the game with her parents, and the thought made her smile. She approached the girl, hoping to not startle her.

"Uh, excuse me? That's Twister, right? I love that game!" Her tone was soft and gentle, being cautious not to frighten the girl with her sudden presence.☼
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Her aura is made of poetry, roses, and galaxies
~Kenzie Thatcher~
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