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Each night the sky crumbles, in crimson, amber and golden splatter of blood, the sun faltering before the stilness of the night. In a mesmerizing dance, the moon rise from her slumber and try to keep the sky alive, giving every once of light she posess to guide the lost souls wandering at this late hour. But the light she gives isn't her own, only a reflection of the sun's brilliance. The very thing that makes her what she is doesn't belong to her - she only lives through the eyes of those who perceive her. When the sun has regained his vitality, she gently lets him take the lead, and fades away behind his brightness. The sky is reborn - pink, gold and light hues celebrating this birth. The moon linger under the sun's shadow. She still exists, still lingers in the sky, but is no longer perceived. No longer useful. She may guide those lost souls, but its the sun that keeps them alive. I shine only with the light you give me. Still, there are rare souls that still seek for the small asteroid in broad daylight, souls that perceives it despite its uselessness. Navy eyes lost in the quiet contemplation of dawn slowly setting over the castle, a raven was resting on a wall, her golden hair cascading down her shoulders, faintly glistening with the morning light. Lost in the tumultous trail of her thoughts, she was absentmindedly stroking an owl's feathers - whiter than snow, it seemed to be asleep. Quiet and stilness surrounded her, as if time itself held its breath to avoid disrupting this peaceful moment. The young girl had awoken early - or perhaps she never slep - and had decided to finally post the small package of letters that awaited her on the nightstand beside her bed. They now rested next to the ethereally ivory owl, waiting to be dispatched. A soft voice startled her, as the relentless train of her thoughts came to an abrupt stop. Her eyes drifted towards the source of the noise, only to meet the deep brown eyes of a doe gazing at her. Freckles adorning a remarkably beautiful face, she had long, slightly tousled dark hair and a polite smile plastered on her face. It took Elena a few blinks to put on her person suit, and crack a soft smile. "Hi," she replied, getting off the wall. Socialising this early in the morning demanded much more effort than it required throughout the day, but the doe-girl seemed agreable enough to diminish the effect. As she reached a nearby owl nest, Elena sat next to her new feathered friend - who strangely still managed to sleep despite the sudden agitation. "I was actually supposed to post those," she answered with a smile, pointing at the letters. "But I got distracted by the breathtaking scenery." "I didn't expect meeting someone this early," she noted, tilting her head slightly. "Early bird or really late night owl ?"

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The barely noticeable relaxation of the girl's shoulders pushed Elena to shift further the expression of her features towards a welcoming air, found in the way the corner of her eyes slightly lifted or in the gentle curve of her rose lips. The brown haired girl seemed longing for any kind of friendly interaction, and Elena was never one to deny one's desires. She leaned her back on the wall, the ivy-covered stones offering a soft rest from the ever lasting tension lingering in her limbs, and did her best to appear friendlier - as much as she physically could, given the early hour of the day. She could feel the girl's eagerness, one that once matched her own. A desperate longing for connection, for something meaningful. The young raven had luckily found that part of her soul in a unblinking, pearl-covered doll whose wings seemed clapped behind her back. Nonetheless, she knew how lonely it might feel, especially when your own heart perceive everything so deeply. Every emotion, every sensation is an ever growing wave on the verge of crashing down, one the young girl spent years and years trying to push back. In vain, most of the time. If only her own feelings were in the balance, then without a doubt she wouldn't have any difficulties welcoming it. But that wave is fuelled by not only hers, but every soul she meets. She takes a piece of them, wherever she goes - with persons like Alyss, only light and laughter gets woven into this whirlwind of emotions. Yet not everyone is a sheer sun ray of happiness, and more often than not she finds herself absorbing their fears, doubt, anger. Concealing it deep within herself, trying to mend them by sharing their burdens. A weight that quickly becomes too heavy for her frail shoulders. The hope shimmering within the girl's eyes reminded her of her own, each time she met someone she deeply wished to get to know better. If she wasn't mistaken on the origin and nature of this glimmer in her doe eyes, then Elena felt flattered her person had sparked someone's interest, especially such a 'stepped-out-of-a-fairytale' someone. She slightly nodded at the girl's answer, finding the irony amusing. "I'd say the same," she added with a slight smile, one this mysterious girl might have trouble figuring out. For Elena could not be classified as any of those terms, for the very simple reason that, if she manages to find the entry of Morpheus's realm, does it very late, and leaves it quite early. Her night usually starts around 4am and ends around 6am. That is, again, if she sleeps at all. The girl's next sentence piqued her interest, as her gaze shifted to the letter between her hands. "Me too," she nodded towards the pile of letters awaiting. Her mother and father had very distinct taste in writing and commenting on her daily life, so she usually sent two different letters. If her mother was more interested in her relationships and hobbies, her father was the one with which she could discuss intellectual matters, or talk about her new interests. "Stella," she mused. "It's Latin, did you know ? Means 'star'." Which she found quite fitting. "Elena," she continued, getting up and extending a hand. "Pleased to make your acquaintance, Stella." Her next question took her by surprise, and she nodded in response. Small talk was never really her strength, and the next question was difficult to find. "Indeed. How do you find Hogwarts so far ?"

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Italy. The golden haired had visited the sunlight country before, walked amongst the cobbled streets, ate freshly picked fruits and swam in the deep blue sea. A peaceful summer, one she dearly missed. If the roots from her mother's side spread towards the city of love, her father had always had a particular affection for this other mediterranean country, and the raven often found herself having to chose the family's destination for the following vacations - a highly important choice, which often resulted from hours of debating the arguments each side brought to the table. "Really ?" She smiled fondly, tucking a honey strand behind her shoulder. "It is truly a magnificent country." Beneath the brunette's gentle smile seemed to squirm something deeper, darker. The delicate shades of pink emanating from her person turned into hues of plum, the edges burning. A weight seemed to rest on her shoulders, one she appeared to face alone. Though it felt difficult to tear down her facade, as each time she attempted at stepping closer her smile only shone brighter, masking the cracks running along her face. A star. Elena was a firm believer names had more power than the world would let on, that each revealed, in its time, its meaning. Her own was fitting, as its meaning hoovered around sun rays, shining light and moon. A daughter of both astres, an eclipse. The girl facing her evolved in the same endless void as her, the one mortals call space. A star, destined to shine the brightest at its collapsing. Yet it had its own source of light, whereas she was the mere reflection of someone else's. So similar, and yet so different, pure self-luminous celestial body of gas and gigantic rock orbiting around a planet, mimicking the surrounding lights. Though, doesn't that mean the moon sees the star ? Each hint showing the little celestial being relaxed slightly more felt like a small victory - shoulders loosing their tension, eyebrows softening. A smile curving the edge of her lips. A spark lit up in the blonde's chest, as always when someone showed flecks of affection towards her love-starved person. A frown creased her forehead as Stella uttered complete lies right at her face. Head tilting slightly, she remained silent, waiting for the truth to spill out. "It's not exactly what I thought it'd be." There it was, she thought, eyes softening. Her voice had become hoarse, as if fighting tears that threatened to spill at any second, and the sight made the raven's heart clenched. Not wanting to force a confession, she remained still, still smiling softly. "Stars are surrounded by light-years of void," she said, letting a second float before continuing, "It can grow lonely." The castle's walls often feel freezing to one's heart who has not found their warmth yet. This soul was a wandering star, straying from the course of her life. A supernova waiting to happen.

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