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Pyxis Nott ([info]pyxis) wrote in [info]notanother,
@ 2012-08-25 19:56:00


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Pyxis Nott was four years old the first time she ever met Rider Macnair. She was feeling very uncomfortable in a large, pink and glitzy dress her mother had shoved her into. She could barely breathe from how tight it fit her and the shoes didn't feel any better. Her hair fell in large, soft curls on her shoulders, pulling back with a sparkling clip.

Her feet were sore and all she really wanted was a chocolate biscuit from the table. But, she couldn't reach them. She was far too short. She felt herself start to pout until she saw the bigger boy standing by the table. She toddled over to him and tugged on his t-shirt sleeve. "Will you help me get a biscuit?"


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[info]pyxis
2012-08-27 11:54 pm UTC (link)
Pyxis wasn't so sure if Rider was just saying that or not. She stared at the back of his head for a moment, then held onto him tightly. What else was she supposed to do in this situation?

"Maybe I should just go." Pyxis replied quietly as she looked between the two of them. She wondered if she could make it to the floo.

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