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Shadow Event Log
WHO: Everyone, affected and not
TONE: Ranging from paranoid to angry
RATING: PG to PG-13
WHEN: After the memorial on October 31st through November 2nd.
WHERE: Hogwarts
WHAT: Those who have passed too near to a certain goblet may find themselves haunted by whispers of their unconscious insecurities. From themselves.
STATUS: ONGOING
NOTE: Details for the event are here, feel free to use the log for the whole event
TONE: Ranging from paranoid to angry
RATING: PG to PG-13
WHEN: After the memorial on October 31st through November 2nd.
WHERE: Hogwarts
WHAT: Those who have passed too near to a certain goblet may find themselves haunted by whispers of their unconscious insecurities. From themselves.
STATUS: ONGOING
NOTE: Details for the event are here, feel free to use the log for the whole event
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But it progressed, she realized. It became more insistent as the day progressed and it didn't take long before she was literally followed by some dark, shadowy figure that she recognized to be herself. Despite it all, Rose forced herself to continue through her day without acknowledging it.]
Oh, look at you, trying to be the perfect student. A little miss know-it-all because she'll never be decent at anything else. You're a lousy friend after all. You only care for yourself and your image. You don't actually trust any of your friends! Not even your family.
[Rose flipped a page and concentrated on her book. It'll go away. It can't keep at this now can it.]
Not that it matters. Who could love a cynical and spiteful child like you? Only fourteen and you think you understand the world. Only fourteen and you can barely call any of your relationships close. Oh? Remember how your mother is clearly the loved, socialite she should be? How did she give birth to an antisocial brat like you? No wonder Bro never wanted to touch you with a ten foot pole. He only did it for Dave. Dave is the loved child, after all. Even Roxy is a much better person than you. She's got more problems than you but you don't see her being some hot mess like you.
Tais-toi juste!!! [Rose knocked over her chair as she suddenly got to her feet. She froze and looked around before picking up her books and bag and heading out of the library as quick as possible.] Une fiction de mon imagination... [She muttered to herself.]
What's wrong? I thought you always tackled your problems head on. Pretending that I'm not here? Isn't that cowardly?
C'est une longue journée.
[If anyone were to speak to Rose. She might seem tired and even rather snippy as she speaks. Irate and no way to channel it. Not that she is trying too. She's trying to bottle it up and proceed with her day as usual.]
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But the difference here, though. Is that it's personally messing with his kid. If he knew that, oy he'd be pissed as hell. Fortunately for the moment, he doesn't know anything is going on.
So when he sees her on his way through the castle, he stops.]
Yo, hey. Where you headed in such a hurry?
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Somewhere in which I can study alone. It is embarrassing to recite things for magical languages while I'm still learning. I rather not offend someone for perhaps pronouncing something wrong.
Ah, what a good lie. Too afraid to confront your daddy issues, as alwa-
[Rose might have raised her voice.] I just would like to get ahead since I find it all rather fascinating.
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I don't think there's a Mermaid around here that you can off-
[But he's cut off by Rose raising her voice, and at the same time he heard something else underneath it.]
...Did you hear something?
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[Nope. NOPEEEE. Noping so hard. All the nopes. She can nope more than she is noping right now.]
What a petty lie. You actually like something about yourself? We both know that song and dance.
I haven't the faintest clue what you're referring too. Perhaps the sounds from outside?
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Rose... What the hell is goin' on? Did you cast a spell or something? Because what I just heard was definitely not something from outside- it sounded like an echo of you or something.
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I don't know what you're talking about. I only hear myself. Perhaps the castle seems emptier than usual?
What's wrong? Don't want to be a daddy's little girl? Don't want him to know all your silly daddy issues you've had growing up?
I honestly don't know what's going on. [Well, that's kind of true.]
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Rose... Be completely honest with me. Please. Did you hear that?
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What exactly are we hearing?
Oh, look at you. Using your great deflecting skills by answering a question with another question!
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[He sounds exasperated and more than a little worried, because that sounded very clear, and he heard every word of it.]
Why are you deflecting the question? You hear it, don't you? Why the hell are you pretending not to?
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Of course. Ignoring me would be the best course of action. You don't want to talk about your shortcomings. Got to be little Ms. Perfect.
It is merely a stupid thing the school must have conjured up.
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Like father like daughter, apparently.]
Rose... That voice. Are they your thoughts?
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It would be ridiculous of me to say and have such contradictory thoughts against myself.
Ohh, using big words to hide behind. You really are trying to pull out all the stops now.
They are bothersome at most.
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Y'know... you could talk to me about this shit. Instead of hearing it from... whatever the fuck this is. You don't have to hide this shit.
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[Rose speaks quickly.]
Ah, yes. Explain how you worked so hard to him! You really should. Let him no that you tried so hard thinking that one day he'll come back for you if you become the perfect little daughter.
Shut up.
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[Oh.
Well if that's not like a punch in the stomach, he doesn't know what is. He didn't know it was like that at all. Suddenly every regret he's ever had about not being part of her life is being intensified a hundred times over.]
Rose, it... didn't have anything to do with you, you know that, right? I left because... [He hates talking about this so damn much. He shakes his head.] Not at all because of you, I swear.
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Ah yes, being a sarcastic and spiteful child means you are completely fine. So very fine. So many people are proud of you with your sharp tongue and stunning personality.
I was a child that didn't know better. I'm over it.
Even if all she ever wants is to know whether or not you're proud of her "accomplishments." If you could call them that.
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[God this is all so much to take i, he barely even knows what to say. The voice just keeps growing louder, there's nothing stopping him from hearing it now. It's loud and clear, and it fucking hurts to hear this shit.]
You think I'm not proud of you?
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[Even if it's basically the voice of all her insecurities.]
She's still trying to figure out where you two even stand much less what you think of her accomplishments. After all, how can a father love a daughter he's never had?
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Rose, I... Just because I wasn't there, it doesn't mean I don't love you. I love you just as much as I do Dave! I swear.
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I think we should all retire. You've done your damage, my fair little wretched, monstrous, lousy, disgusting piece of shit. [Is she referring to herself or it specifically.] Yes, I suppose what it says holds some truth. The silly fears of a small little girl that I long grew out and shed my skin to grow!
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The only thing he can really bring himself to do is step forward, and- even though he's not sure it'll fix anything- wraps his arms around her and pull her close.]
I'm sorry... really fuckin' sorry.
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I wanted to make you so proud you'd come home. I thought if I just became the best at everything, you'd hear about it and return.
I was foolish.
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I've always been proud of you, e-even when I wasn't there... Rose, that's not foolish at all, either. But... But your mom used to send me letters, pictures, and every time I saw you, I was so proud of who you were becoming. I'm proud of who you are. I love you, Rosie.
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Every Christmas I ask Santa for the same thing. I didn't even believe in him. [But she asked every year regardless. In hopes.]
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