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“oh when's it gonna be my turn? When’s all the karma gonna kick in, for all the work I’ve put in?”------Mads Buckley—-----
—date. [07/16/2024]—word count. [ 753]—tag. @Tommy Patterson

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Late evening and settled upon the grand London Quidditch team. Many students seemed to have adjusted quickly to the wintery wonderland while others were still freezing due to the climate change. In reality whoever decided for this winter wonderland must have been nuts or they must have really liked snow.
Aleksandra had decided to take a breather from her tent which she found she started off fairly early this morning as well. How that was interesting for sure. Aleksandra rubbed the back of her head as she was casually strolling towards the dining area. The young girl wished to have a warm cup of hot cocoa though she preferred tea. Hot cocoa would suffice, she thought peacefully to herself. Not only that the young girl figured she would grab some snack as well she was feeling slightly peckish. The array of food that was laid out among the students in the buffet style was truly amazing. What made it even more astonishing to the girl is how Professor Toussaint spent her time cooking and making the food talk about dedication Aleksandra thought to herself with a slight hum.
The platinum haired girl glanced around the dining area. It was rather less crowded maybe because it was later which the girl did not mind meant she would hopefully have some peace and quiet for once in her life. Getting some serenity was a tad difficult for Aleksandra she had to admit ever since she began socializing with others she ended up getting caught up socializing and of course being annoyed. Was it really all that bad though?
A sigh escaped Aleksandra’s lips leaving a trail of light mist in front of her. The young girl's gray eyes slanted slightly as she had no idea how to feel she was truly getting over her head allowing others to get close to her and even agreeing to this camp the school year ending was her ticket of being alone and here she was at camp.
As Aleksandra drew closer to the table that held an array of hot cocoa the young girl grabbed a cup feeling the warmth radiate around her fingertips. Inhaling the sweet smell the young girl went to find a seat to relax and enjoy this sweet and savory hot beverage.
Aleksandra figured nobody would be searching for her at least not to her knowledge she had snuck away from her tent once again honestly she does not recall really spending time in their sense she arrived yesterday. Of course no offense to her tentmates the girl really did not want to be here, but of course Aleksandra could tell Astra was most likely on the same boat. But the girl was not a mind reader.
As Aleksandra sat down at one of the long tables the young girl took a few sips from her hot cocoa breathing in the sweet smell a soft hum reverberated around her. Just the young platinum girl with her hot cocoa it was serene though the nippyness of the frosty air seemed to nip at Aleksandra’s nose giving it a light red tint. The young girl seemed to not mind it very well. She just continued to enjoy her sweet and warm beverage. She had no plans to really interact with those that seemed to be lingering around.
It was after all fairly late in the evening Aleksandra should be headed back to her tent but the night air, even how frigid it was, seemed to feel welcoming looking up at the sky one could still see the stars it was peaceful. Aleksandra wanted to be free; she felt like a caged bird under able to spread her wings to fly. Just only if she was able to be free from her own cage, but then again maybe this was all just to help her open the cage to be free and to open up. A scoff escaped Aleksandra’s mouth as if she would allow others see that side of her, the side of her that was locked away and nobody needed to see it, the side of Aleksandra that was truly an interesting child. The side only she knew that nobody else needed to know.
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