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Post by Briar Vassler on Oct 4, 2007 21:00:54 GMT
Briar walked in sleepily and sat down at a random table, "Coffee," She muttered, in a quiet whiney voice. Her lids half covered her icy blue eyes and her black/white hair was ruffled up, messing looking. "Your coffee miss," A house elf squeaked, placing the black coffee on the wooden table. It was around 4 in the morning, she shouldn't even be up right now. "Thanks," She said, smiling weakly at the house elf as she picked up the hot coffee and took a sip.
She started to comb out her hair with her pale fingers, making a face every time she hit a big tangle. Once she'd finally finsished that, she bit her lip and laid her head on the wooden table. "Sleep," She whispered, but it never came.
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