Post by Triston Astin on Aug 29, 2007 18:52:23 GMT -5
Smoothing out the manila folder in front of her Triston Astin sighed. Another day in the Detention she'd created for the wizards she knew of and found each day that grew up as she and Hunter did. As well as those who caused problems. She and her fiancee were currently in the process of creating an Orphanage or shelter of some sort as well, however it was still in discussion.
Staring at the name blaring from the folder, Cammie Deling, she felt her stomach knot. It pained her each day to see these kids and know that they were going through things much bigger than themselves. She heard a soft knock on her door.
"Come in." She said, rubbing her temple for a moment while her hair fell beside her cheek. Cammie walked in. "Hey sweetie, long time." She said, offering the green chair in front of her to the fifteen year old girl. "Why'd you do it?" She asked her, Cammie stared back with eyes that hid as much as Triston's had.
Staring at the name blaring from the folder, Cammie Deling, she felt her stomach knot. It pained her each day to see these kids and know that they were going through things much bigger than themselves. She heard a soft knock on her door.
"Come in." She said, rubbing her temple for a moment while her hair fell beside her cheek. Cammie walked in. "Hey sweetie, long time." She said, offering the green chair in front of her to the fifteen year old girl. "Why'd you do it?" She asked her, Cammie stared back with eyes that hid as much as Triston's had.
