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71. Scars

She stood in front of the full-length mirror.

Looked at her body unmarked but clean from her bath.

She looked at her arms, stretching one out then the next. She then looked at her legs, one then the other before turning around to see the backs. Still half-turned, she eyes started at her butt and moved up to the small of her back.

Turning back, she moved closer to the mirror to get a better view of her neck, then her jaw, and her cheeks.

She studied her eyes. The bold colour the only thing she shared with Callum. An essence flickering in their amber and green colour, something she recognized as sharing with Finny. Steadied by the thought of her longed for brother. She took one more careful look at her eyes before she closed them.

Whispering the words that would remove the glamours.

Holding her breath as the magic caressed her skin. Then holding it a bit longer. Squeezing her eyes a bit tighter and waited.

Slowly, she opened her eyes.

She could still see the spirit she had shared with Finny in spite of the colour she had shared with them both.

She looked at the scar laying jagged across her cheek. The one that skipped along her jaw line. The skims along her neck.

Taking another deep breath, she took a step back and looked at her marked body. The henna-coloured markings that changed the colour of her hands before trailing up her arms and stopping just below the elbows; some of them distorted or destroyed by the puncture scars that littered her arms. Her eyes drifted to the jagged gashes across her stomach and thighs; some how bigger and worse than the one on her face though they were made by the same knife.

Turning she could see the continuation of some of them on the back of her thighs and under the cheeks of her butt.

Sighing, she stepped away from the mirror and started to dress in her uniform: first her undergarments, then a tanktop, then her skirt and socks, next her shirt before tying her tie and slipping on the sweater vest. She slowly stepped into her shoes and pulled her hair up in a pony tail before taking a new look of her in the mirror.

The scars on her legs, face and neck clear to anyone who saw her. Biting her lip, she started to role up her sleeves exposing the scars there on her arms.

Taking one last look at herself, she steadied her growing nerves and headed out of the bathroom to meet Ron so they could go to class.

She was done hiding.