˖᯽ ݁˖No Letter? ˖᯽ ݁˖
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>Devour<Yawan let the word roll off her tongue and leaned against the window that offered a direct view from the Owl Tower out onto the beautiful scenery of Hogwarts.
Devour. The word sounds disgusting, yet it was just a euphemism for something that is eaten quickly. Or did it? At least, that’s what she thought.
Eating and devouring are two different worlds. Never mind.
She was worried—really worried. Usually, there was almost never any reason to worry, and she didn't, but this time it seemed different. Why hadn't he texted back? Why wasn't he answering? Had she done something wrong?.
Her fingers were cold—almost frozen—and the wind blew her hair away from her reddened face. She tapped out a rhythm impatiently with her fingers.
She wasn’t usually an impatient person. But what could she do about the fact that Mo hadn’t written to her since she arrived at Hogwarts? She scanned the view once more. No owl. No letter from Mo. Why hadn’t it arrived at Hogwarts? What happened?..
Most of the time he didn’t write to her anyway, but this time—this time it was important.
…
The owls, some of which were huddled together in this cold weather, were now screeching bitterly at each other and snapping Yawan out of her thoughts.
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What if the dream devours you?
Does it devour your sleep or your dream?
Does it devour your sleep or your dream?
>Devour<Yawan let the word roll off her tongue and leaned against the window that offered a direct view from the Owl Tower out onto the beautiful scenery of Hogwarts.
Devour. The word sounds disgusting, yet it was just a euphemism for something that is eaten quickly. Or did it? At least, that’s what she thought.
Eating and devouring are two different worlds. Never mind.
She was worried—really worried. Usually, there was almost never any reason to worry, and she didn't, but this time it seemed different. Why hadn't he texted back? Why wasn't he answering? Had she done something wrong?.
Her fingers were cold—almost frozen—and the wind blew her hair away from her reddened face. She tapped out a rhythm impatiently with her fingers.
She wasn’t usually an impatient person. But what could she do about the fact that Mo hadn’t written to her since she arrived at Hogwarts? She scanned the view once more. No owl. No letter from Mo. Why hadn’t it arrived at Hogwarts? What happened?..
Most of the time he didn’t write to her anyway, but this time—this time it was important.
…
The owls, some of which were huddled together in this cold weather, were now screeching bitterly at each other and snapping Yawan out of her thoughts.
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I want to go back to my deep pond.But I am also willing to explore other bodies of water.⋆˚࿔