Anette Liliane Desrosiers.
Eighteen years old.
Senior.
Worker at Off the Page.
Eighteen years old.
Senior.
Worker at Off the Page.
“Dorian was such an innocent character though…” he tilted his head to the side. “I kind of like him corrupted. It honestly makes him more…human.”
“Well I’m glad to know I’m not going to fall head over heels in love with…me.” he shook his head. Dorian fascinated him, although Lord Henry was quite interesting.
“Maybe when people did everything, then they’ll realize that maybe good or bad isn’t really there after all…at least, that’s what Oscar would probably say.”
“or Voldemort. But Voldemort is hardly flamboyant.”
“He was, so, it’s quite a shame he ended up the way he did.” More human? That brought a new idea, a new perspective to mind, one that Anette would be sure to notice while reading it whenever she were to get a new copy. A small giggle escaped from her as she nodded in agreement. “Make sure nobody paints a portrait of you… And to not meet a new friend you get hooked on.”
Her eyebrows twitched upwards for a second upon his words. He reminded her of a song writer, and, perhaps he was one. Her lips were parted to speak before he gave his next comment, resulting in a puzzled expression on her face, followed shortly by a chortle. His humor was certainly refreshing as she covered her mouth to muffle the breathing, ending it with her eyes still crinkled in small crescents. “I don’t think Voldemort is flamboyant! Dumbledore, perhaps.”
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