Catalina sighed sadly as she stepped through the doors of the Trophy Room and closed it silently behind her. Her mind had been thinking of her past lately, and she could barely stand it. Deimos had been filling her thoughts with all of the pain he had caused her and she had no idea of how to get rid of him.
Her thoughts of the Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin girls caused her to feel sorry for herself, but she realized she had caused everything to happen to her. It was no one else's fault. Growling, she walked towards the window and then placed herself on the windowsill, eager to relax.
Drawing used to be her way of escape, but Deimos had taught her everything about the art. What was she to do?
"C'est çà, l'Amour,
Le grand Amour !
L'Amour qui fait chanter la vie.
Là dans tes bras,
Je sais déjà ...
Je sais déjà ...
... Que mon bonheur est infini !
Mon coeur s'affole,
Et je m'envole.
Je danse sous une pluie d'étoiles.
Tu es ce que j'attendais,
Tu es mon rêve fou !"
Catalina finished and then sighed sadly.