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[sub][color=palevioletred]“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.” - Albert Einstein [/color][/sub][/center]

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Fleur woke up at around 5:40am and yawned.  She stretched her hands over her head and went to her wardrobe.  Slim fingers clutched around a light brown knit sweater and a pair of dark jean shorts.  She grabbed her shower basket and made her way out of her room.  She walked down the hallway, she could hear a buzz of laughter and sound as she made her way to the showers.  She pushed open the door and headed to one of the stalls.

After her cold shower (she didn't want to be the cause of the hot water running out in the girls dorm.) she headed back to her room.  Sunlight spilled in through her windows and her room was bathed in a warm light.  She clicked off her fairy lights that she kept on every night and piled a bunch of her school books into her messenger bag.  She opened up the compact that was lying on her desk and applied a quick slash of eyeliner and lip gloss before tying her hair up into a messy braided bun.  She made her bed, messily before heading out of her room, messenger bag swinging from her shoulder as she headed to the cafeteria.  The dewey bright green grass flattened as she walk over them in a pair of brown leather ankle boots before springing back into their immaculate blades once again.  She moved through the doors of the cafeteria and into the relatively quiet bustle of the food hall.  The smell of coffee and pancakes reached her and she gave a small smile, grabbing a warm plate from a stack at the front and filling her plate with french toast, fruit and bacon as well as a glass of orange juice before settling down onto an empty table.  She took one of her physics books out of her bag and lay it flat against the table, reading from it while she lifted forkfuls of french toast into her mouth.  It was a quiet morning and she was grateful for that. She was smiling slowly as she read, sipping from her glass of orange glass and quirking an eyebrow at lines in the book that she particularly liked.