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[alice]

Alice had given up hope in finding her voice ever again. It was that simple.

Everything in life was black and white. There were no grey areas. Either things worked out in life, or they did not. There was no magical in-between. Alice knew that now. She'd given up hope. There wasn't anything left to wish for, now that she had deemed herself a mute for good. It was all because of her rape. That day, on the cold floor of her ex-boss' office in Dark Temptations, Alice Victoire Faye had died and been reborn into a world where nothing made sense, where there was no rainbow, no grey zone, no grass on the other side. There never would be again.

Alice stood, staring at herself in the mirror she'd brought into the big empty classroom. She'd converted it into her own little safe haven. Since the beginning of the year, she'd been coming to the room in hopes that she'd train herself to regain her voice, to regain the rhythm in her body, a rhythm she'd since lost. Day after day, she'd taken her time in the room, attempting to dance, attempting to sing. Day after day, she'd failed.

Alice stared weakly at her reflection, biting her lip. The event had shattered her mind and soul. She was a shell of her former self. She'd thrown out all of her flattering clothes, opting for things that wouldn't cling to her skin, things that lacked color. There was no sense in keeping color in her life when everything looked so bleak. She'd nearly stopped wearing make-up all together. Standing out was now a death sentence. If she stuck out in a crowd, she was now in danger. The only thing that had remained nearly the same was her long, heavy hair.

It was days like this one that made her want to simply tear all of her hair out. Maybe that would solve her problems. She glared at her face in the mirror, fists clenching at her sides. She was sick of the miserable person she'd become, but there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it. Without a second thought, Alice picked up the radio she'd set up on the table. With a silent cry, she swung, smashing the radio against the mirror. The radio dented as cracks danced across the surface of the mirror, distorting her appearance. Alice reared back and swing again, bringing down the radio over and over until the glass shattered, clattering to the ground at her feet. Alice dropped the radio, breathing heavily. With all of the noise, she hadn't noticed the door slowly swinging open behind her...

Alice's Outfit

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[serafina]

Fina skipped down the corridor, an extra pep in her step as she did so. Not only could she cross her three pranks of the day off her list, but she'd had a pleasant run in with Wheatley, and taken a little stroll into the bathroom. Most everyone was outside, reveling in the sun and what little was going to be left of it. It was almost December, and today's barely sunny weather felt like summer again. Sun wasn't exactly Fina's thing, having grown up in rainy Ireland, she was much more content to remain indoors, the only sound echoing in the corridor her boots against the stones as she skipped.

Smash. Crrrrrrrrack Fina skidded dramatically to a halt, listening for the violent noises, before she identified them in the classroom ahead. She pressed her ear to the door, the relentless smashing echoing violently in the empty classroom. She pressed her hand to the door, pushing gently, ready to duck back out when explosives were flying. It wouldn't be the first time something like that had happened. She stuck her head in, amazed to see a dismally colored Alice taking a muggle radio to a mirror.

Fina's face twisted into somewhat of a smirk and a frown when she saw Alice, who was one of those Slytherins that grated against her in everyway possible. From the way she dressed to the way she walked, Fina couldn't stand Alice. If Fina was night, Alice was day, and something about the immense frustration she was displaying only made Fina happy. Little miss perfect wasn't so perfect. She straightened up upon entering, knowing Alice was no threat to her.

Folding her arms she leaned against the far wall, waiting for the tiny temper tantrum to dissipate before slinging her icy commentary that usually ensued upon greeting Alice, whom she had to share a dorm with since first year. When Alice finally recognized her presence, she lifted an eyebrow coolly. "Mess up one of your stripper moves?" She asked venomously, a bright grin on her face.

Fina's Outfit

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[alice]

Alice eventually came to her senses. She'd lined up the place with mirrors, attempting to get the effect of a dance studio, the one she often practiced in when she was little. There were many angles at which to see the failure she'd become. Peering around, hands twitching at her sides, she looked dismally at the multitudes of her reflection. She was almost to the point of picking up the dented radio and bashing it against the other mirrors when she found a pair of icy blue eyes staring back at her through the mirror. She whipped around, heart racing. Serafina Kaper.

Alice wanted badly to scream at the girl, to get in the first word like she normally did, to bitch and fuck with the girl's mind. However, she merely tightened her lips, knowing full well that, if she were to attempt to speak, there would only be a brief second of silence, causing further tormenting from the girl who was her opposite in every way. They two naturally, instinctively loathed each other, and Alice wasn't about to change her feelings, especially now that she was seeing the world with such a new perspective.

"Mess up one of your stripper moves?"

Alice's fists clenched at her sides. How on Earth would that bitch know about that? She was panicked. No one knew, at least, she didn't think anyone did. She bit her tongue until she tasted blood, glaring at Serafina. If there was ever a time that Alice wished to have her voice back, it was at this moment, a time where she could have chewed her enemy out, defended herself and her honor. Instead, she stood there, silently fuming, struck dumb. Alice had never felt so defenseless in her entire life.

Her voice was everything that she had. Sure, she had her looks, her flirtatious, manipulative ways, but her voice was her ticket to bigger and better things. Not many people knew about the talent she possessed, and now not many would ever get the chance. The one person who had seen her for who she really was had been Marcus, and he had completely disappeared off the face of the planet. It wasn't like he mattered anyway. Regardless of the feelings she felt for him, there wasn't a day that went by where she could be comfortable and secure with a man, familiar or not, nearby...

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[serafina]

Fina felt a rush of exhileration at the look upon Alice’s face. She couldn’t stand Alice. The arrogance. The inherent self-righteousness. She was the embodiment of pure-blood slytherins and her arrogant family that she resented. She was disgusting. The sight of her perfect image falling into shards the way the mirror had was a sick kind of justice. Fina had shared a dorm with the bitch, waiting for years until life would finally level the playing ground. It wasn’t fair.
In one fluid motion, Fina folded her arms, tossing one ankle over the other as she leaned up against the wall. The unspoken rivalery wasn’t helped by the similarities they seemed to display. Fina couldn’t stand being anything like this girl who had the world handed to her on a silver platter. Yet Alice said nothing. Fina had wondered how long she would wait until she would reveal the blackmail she so pleasantly held over her. It had been shocking to see Alice on that pole with another muggle girl down in London, but Fina had said nothing. Unfortunately, the pleasure of lording it over her was gone, taken in the exact instant of the classic impulsive Fina way.

”Wouldn’t daddy give you enough money to keep yourself going?” She carried on, taking advantage of the stunned silence .Fina was sure she’d come to regret it later. A nasty rumor or such. ”Or was it daddy not loving you enough that got you on that pole?” She cooed mockingly, kicking back up off the wall as she approached Alice. Fina couldn’t stand the hatred this slut elicited in her. She knew that that could have been her. Very easily. It still could be. Once again, she was forced to see how similar she was to the arrogant, self-centered girl, obsessed with her social workings. Fina’s fists clenched, although she could barely recognize the telltale sign of anger. She was only focused on striking. Striking down whatever demon inside of her this slut resembled.

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