THIS IS GONNA HURT | starrynight's memorial

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Margaery arrived shortly after Hazel, a range of emotions sparkling within her rapidly darkening gray eyes. Bastillepaw had been avoiding her like the plague as of late and the Starstruck Guardian was admittedly rather hurt by that. She knew that what he was going through was hard but such didn't justify that glare he had sent her over something as innocent as speaking Latin or his subsequent refusal to even speak to her. He had looked at her the way she looked upon one of her victims and though she knew she couldn't be scared of the other male, she found herself a bit unsettled... and wistful... she wished things could just be normal again. She wished that he would talk to her again.

Releasing a brief sigh, Margaery would permit her attention to fall upon Starry's pendent. She remembered being the first to find him, remembered realizing when he first was going to die, remembered how they all tried and failed to save her. A lump settled in the back of her throat. We'll miss you, She thought to herself as she reared upon her haunches, not finding it within herself to contribute anything. Silence was fitting for this occasion- she wouldn't dare disturb that.