To Love Again

To Love Again

Bustling around the crowed street, not one busy buyer took notice of the girl. Alone she wandered the single road that was Diagon Alley. Not once did she glance up at a particular store that happened to catch her eye or to study someone she thought she recognized. No, as she traipsed she only swerved agilely through the mass of bodies, cringing each time someone brushed past not matter how fleeting the contact.

Had anyone taken even a single moment to observe the girl they would have instantly seen the cloud of sorrow that kept her head forced downwards. The downcast eyes alone could have shown that, and still the dark clothes and shadowed face were not enough to cause people to cast a second glance her way. A sideways glance at her clothes could have told you she wasn't feeling up to shopping, yet there she was, dressed in black sweats and a matching baggy sweatshirt with the hood up over her head despite the obvious heat of summer. Those people whose minds saw only physically, paying no attention to emotions and expressions, would have taken in only a girl who had no desire to show her figure and was too lazy to dress properly.

That was not the case, as it was, she was not in the mood to shop indeed, but needed a reason, any reason really, to get out of the house. The girl had even chosen to go alone, although not lacking in friends or the social ability to make new ones wherever she went. It could be assumed, quite quickly and without doubt, that this particular girl was not in any way satisfied with the way things had turned out.

In fact, this girl would have done anything to turn the clocks back a few months to change the most influential events deciding the path her life would take.

Nikita Chalice would have even given her life, if only she could go back, but that doesn't make much sense to you, now does it? So we will settle for having her tell the story herself, in her own time. As you can clearly see, she is not up to it yet…Of course, she won't tell you really, she isn't one to speak something so personal so freely. I'm afraid you will have to settle for following along with her, that is, if you would like to know her story