Cassandra Bulstrode (_cassandra) wrote in darkmark_rising, @ 2010-02-24 21:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | cassandra bulstrode, paul harper |
Who: Cassandra & Paul
When: Friday night, before her Planetarium time
What: Cassandra feels guilty for once
Where: The glass hallway on the mystery floor
Rating: Medium for possible language?
It wasn't often that Cassandra Bulstrode felt guilty. However, not only had she bee avoiding Paul Harper, she'd been less than kind to him this morning. If there was one male in the entire world that could cause Cassandra guilt, it was Paul. Had his personality been different, if he wasn't so sweet or caring, he might not have the same effect on Cassandra. She didn't feel guilty when she spoke ill of Evan or Lucius, but Paul was different. After their kiss she had just been... so terrified. By kissing him, she had made them more than friends. The one thing she'd been avoiding for years. She didn't want to settle down, she didn't deserve to settle down. Especially when her father would have something planned. Maybe if she hadn't dream they were getting married, her reaction would have been different. But everything had blown up at once, and Cassandra couldn't handle t.
Tonight she'd had a few drinks. She was by no means drunk, but she was a little looser than normal. In order for her to admit her dream, and possibly her fears, she was going to need it. If she had been completely sober, Cassandra wouldn't have reached out to Paul. For some reason, she just couldn't get him off her mind. It was a strange feeling for her. Pulling her hair back, Cassandra checked herself in the mirror before she left her dorm. She didn't look terrible, but she didn't look amazing either. On her finger she wore the ring Paul had given her, a ring she'd worn nearly everyday since receiving it. It was truly a beautiful thing. Before leaving the dorm, Cassandra had decided to grab Rory. Maybe the dog would help her get through it. Or maybe it would cheer Paul up.
The dark haired girl walked without purpose. She walked slowly and took no notice of her surroundings. She didn't care about her surroundings. Hell, she wasn't even sure what she was doing. This dream had just haunted her for too long, and she needed to be free of it. By telling it to Paul it would no longer have a hold over her, and it would stop affecting her. Clicking at the dog, Cassandra turned into the glass hallway. She moved to the window and raised a hand. The snow was beautiful, and the carnival was a display of lights. It was nice, what the headmaster was doing for them. After such heartbreak, pain, and destruction.