17 Mar 2023, 18:37
Regaining Sanity
Green: Speaking in Romanian
Purple: Speaking English
Blue: One of her siblings are speaking
Thorn was picking at her breakfast when a nurse walked in and informed her there would be a therapy session today and she was required to attend. She groaned and set tray of half destroyed breakfast aside. "Piss off" she murmured before sliding off the bed and putting on her slippers. She stomped toward the door, flung it open and trudged down the hall. She passed a door that read Ava Winchect. She stopped and glared at the door for a full minute before giving it a good kick and continuing down the hall. She past by a few nurses and doctors that had done some testing on her she stuck her tongue out at them. Man, she was not in a good mood today. She made her way to the room where the nurse had said the session would be. She huffed "There better not be any Mudbloods up in here" taking a seat next to tall boy. "So what are you in here for?" she asked turning toward the boy. He was tall and handsome but nothing compared to Asher. Although everyone seemed tall to Thorn because she was so tiny. She was still intrigued by this guys tattoo's, he definitely wasn't a Pureblood if he had those on him. Just then her mood darkened the girl who had landed her here in the first place entered the room.Outfit
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@Ava Winchect
If you can't play the good guy, sometimes you've got to play the villain.
17 Mar 2023, 19:27
Regaining Sanity
March 17, 2023Ava was sitting in her room talking with Crystal when something slammed against her door. Yet not even that could ruin her mood. She had learned that she would be returning back to Hogwarts in just about a month, and that she would be able to go after this final month of therapy. Sure, it was probably going to be more difficult and frustrating, but that was worth it, if it meant she got to see her school again. Charlie would be thrilled when she told her. For the first time in months she did her hair in something other than a droopy ponytail and skipped through the hallways. Just because she--although she would never admit it aloud--hated the therapy sessions (especially the group sessions, those were such a burden) didn't mean she would let it ruin her mood. With Crystal trailing behind her and looking at her as if she had never met her in her life, she made her way towards the room where group therapy was held. Only a tad bit late, Ava entered the room to see Thorn talking to some strange kid who was also in the session. Just when she was having a good day, she had to be put in the same session as the girl who had landed her in St. Mungo's. Maybe it wasn't completely logical, but Ava blamed the whole thing on Thorn. If Thorn hadn't given her the knife, none of this would've happened. She took a seat in the spot farthest away from Thorn and wrapped her arms around herself, a protective shield towards whatever Thorn would throw at her.
