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Star's P.O.V
Star woke up in the morning felling quite content with her dream, until she relized that it was just that, a dream, she had as much chance to acheive it as she would to swallow the moon whole. She was making the dress for somone dear to her thought Star. It won't be me. It can't be me. It will NEVER be me.
Brightwit's P.O.V
Brightwit woke up in the morning to hear crying, not just any crying, the cry of someone dear to you, the cry that rips your heart out, peice by peice. ''Star! What's wrong?!'' said Brightwit as she ran out of bed to see Star's bed hangings closed while Renee, a fellow Hufflepuff just shrugged with a worried look on her face '' She woke up like this, maybe she had a bad dream?'' ''Star is tougher than she seems'' Said Brightwit. '' Somthing must be up.' I'll talk to her you can go to breakfast, don't tell anyone this happend, I'll take care of it. I'll tell you if she gets better... If she doesn't I'll take her to Madam Pomfry. ''Ok'' Said Renee as she walked down to the common room and off to the great hall for breakfast.
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