sortinghat_rp | Third web; Text> Video/Voice

[At first it looks like someones just gotten into both Aranea's journal and her stash of ink, blue scribbles appearing on the page. Slowly they take shape, in childish depictions of flowers, moving onto spiders and then onto all other animals. Then it becomes more noticeable that there's two people drawing, pictures taking place at the same time, in different spots. And then the scribbles turn into words, the words messy, like any 5-7 year old would write]

I drew the speider up there [An arrow points up to a particular spider] by Vriska !!! !

[Then a long rectangle appears next to the spider, inkblots appearing above him to symbolise rain and then Aranea feels the need to chip in her own words]

The ittsy bittsy spider climbed up the water spoooooooout. DOWN came the rain and WASHED the spider OUT. OUT came the sun and drieeeeeeeed up all the raiiiiiiiin, so the ittsy bittsy spider climbed UP the spout again!!!!!!!!

By Aranea Eleanor Joy Webster-Serket ::::)

[And then, by some miracle they switch the journal into video, the journal showing to giggling girls, one a redhead and the other a smaller blonde. Incidental wishes really are a pain]

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[He slings it over his shoulder and starts leading her back up to the front, presumably where the librarian will be.] Well, your life. I mean, you don't seem to have amnesia, you remember who certain people are, so I thought maybe if you remembered what you'd been doing before ... this. How old are you, five? Six? Since you don't remember being older.

[She follows, speeding her steps up to keep pace with his longer ones, getting into a slight skip in the process] I do remember my life. Except for the parts where I was a baby, but no one remembers that. I live with my mummy and grandpa and my sister, Vriska but our daddy left when we were little so I don’t know what he was like. [tiny huff. She really wishes people would stop saying she was older] I’m 7. Nearly 8.

Are you? I can never tell with small children, and you do seem very small. So you're not really old enough to be in school right now. I don't suppose that will matter, since this is something someone will be able to reverse, or it'll wear off. It's a peculiar kind of curse, though.

Yes. I'm just short. And I am old enough to go to muggle school I just like Grandpa teaching me more. He lets me read the good books and doesn't try and tell me I'm too little to read them. And I keep telling people I'm supposed to be this age. It doesn't make any sensefor me to be older.

Just because you don't remember it, doesn't mean it isn't logical. Erasing someone's memory is actually quite easy, though doing it in a precise manner can be tricky. [explains, and then will let the librarian know they're going to the infirmary]

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