| And what of this forlorn girl? Does she really attend Hogwarts? A third year, did you say? No, no. She's much too old. Maturity, she would say, has little to do with age. Two younger siblings to tender, and her life as a Witch has made Cianna old, and perhaps beauty comes with age for one of a forgotten race. This, however, would never phase the lithe, petite shy gravity of the girl. Could those arms truly transform into shields? That loving heart to brutality? Those true orbs mauled by one field? Yes, indeed, this little one was a Keeper extraordinaire - for her house. Though the lions have yet to place her as the first Keeper , she is eagerly awaiting the next season, when she will be the one and someone else can take the beatings of the Reserve Keeper. And did she really keep? True, true she was not a lways perfect , and would never be a Gryffindor prefect. She is not clean enough, those spells have no eloquence, and yet what those orbs hide... the true mystery of emblazoned ambers laced with emerald are glazed with a pseduogreen. How curious that she, too, should conform to society's look. And those golden ribbons, bronzed with reality and platinum with hestitance. Could she be both a keeper and a friend? For this one, she has managed. Adriana and Avery rest safely beneath her slitted eyes and quaking lips, while Harry Potter himself has become her love, and she indeed -the little innocent- his in return. |
