Juliette liked to visit the trophy room at least once each term. It was nice to see her mum's name on the head girl plaque... when she could find it at least. Otherwise it was nice to just look at all of them. She wondered if maybe she ought to venture to the library and try to find the old yearbooks her mum & aunt were in... nah. That place was full of dusty, smelly, old books.
But this? This hallway was filled with nice, shiny, old armour. Juliette wondered what she would look like with some of that spiffy armour on. Probably taller. Walking up to one she fixed her hair in the reflection of the suit of armour. It did make a decent mirror.
"Armour, armour, on the wall, who's the most awesometastical of them all?"
Was she really waiting for a response? Well maybe. After all, portraits could sing, talk and move. Candles floated in the air and they all had a wand. She wouldn't be surprised at ALL if the armour said something.
__________________ though we're strangers 'til now, we're choosing a path between the s t a r s________________._____________
♡ ♡_______________________.__________________________ ____i'll leave my .l o v e. between the stars...
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