“No, no nothing is wrong,” Nerissa spoke into the mouthpiece of a cell phone she had purchased a few days before; she had figured that buying a new phone was not only good if she wanted to keep in contact with the people she cared about, but it was also best that she have something to call 911 with if anything ever happened… Yes, Nerissa had been very paranoid when it came to her own safety after going through everything she had. “I just needed to talk to you, thank you for listening,” She added, her voice breaking towards the end.
The fact that Nerissa hadn’t yet told her own parents about what had happened to her was causing her to feel sick to the stomach, and so she turned to her uncle Calvin, whom had already known about Ne’Os and, well, all of it. “Should I meet up with you somewhere? I could bring Pac Man in a jar, he’s really missed you…” came the geeky voice of Nerissa’s uncle, and she couldn’t help but smile faintly. She enjoyed talking to someone who was so… Calvin, when she was feeling unwell. “Thank you, but no, I’m meeting someone in Hogsmeade,” she replied as she continued, standing up from the chair she had been sitting in for a moment to examine her face in the mirror.
Every time she’d looked in that mirror since that evening in Knockturn Alley, she’d seen someone other than herself… someone with the soul sucked out of her, and a painted on smile on her face in order to make herself look OK. “I’ll talk to you later, Uncle… I have to go,” she spoke quietly before closing the small cell phone shut and setting it down in the chair she had just stood from.
Nerissa breathed in slowly and titled her head to the side, staring into her own eyes; they didn’t look right, and she couldn’t get them to go back to normal. A dry sob escaped her lips before she could bite her bottom lip in order to keep it locked inside of her. She turned away sharply from the mirror and sat down on the small mattress that was in the center of the room. She laid back on the soft bed and covered her eyes, her hair fanning out around her head. She would be late if she didn’t get out the door that very second… but she needed a moment in order to collect herself.
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A young female who looked as if she were fifteen or so, walked down the narrow streets of Hogsmeade, her curly red hair cascading over her shoulders. She wore a soft smile on her light pink lips, and her eyes scanned the area for any sign of Andrew Thompson. Her eyes stopped when she spotted him leaning up against a wall not too far from where she herself was standing.
Nerissa continued forward, her worn sneakers thudding softly against the ground, “Hey!” she greeted calmly and stopped when she was close enough to Andrew, “you wanted me to meet you here?” she asked, smiling up at him; he was quite a few inches taller than her, after all.