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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jul 9, 2006 15:10:07 GMT
Grace had left Jessie's side and crawled along the wall to the entrance to her common room. She stumbled in. Her eyes were still red and her heart was pounding in her ears. She had soaked her cheeks with tears and had not had the energy to wipe them away. She looked around the room, empty, perfect.
She staggered towards the dormitory entrance but collapsed onto the floor. She wanted to get to bed... she needed to. She wanted to hide under the covers and never come out. She curled up into a ball and lay on the floor, hoping no one would see her like this.
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Jul 9, 2006 15:14:39 GMT
Unfortunately for Grace, Boggleworth was just coming in to get his prefect keys, he came down from the boys dorms and stopped abruptly, the keys falling with a jingle and a jangle to the floor. He stood in shocked amazement then rushed to Grace's side "What the hell's wrong?" he shouted in pure panic, his voice was full of emotion he hated seeing Grace like this.
"What's happened?" he yelled crouching (with some considerable pain due to his limp) next to Grace.
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jul 9, 2006 15:22:18 GMT
This was the last thing she wanted. She didn't want to talk to him. She pushed herself up with much effort and looked at him, eyes drooping, "nothing," she croaked hoarsely. She knew he would see through her lie but she really couldn't stand it any more. She collapsed into his arms and sobbed quietly, body convulsing but no more tears would fall.
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Jul 9, 2006 15:24:48 GMT
Grace's tears might not fall but Boggleworth's definately did, he decided to just hug her tightly and wait until she wanted to speak. But he couldn't help it he whispered hoarsely
"I hate to see you like this, why?"
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jul 9, 2006 15:32:55 GMT
Grace looked up at Bog, cheeks glistening with old tears. "Because I-" she broke off, her throat hurt. She swallowed and tried again, though gruffly "I hurt a friend and will never be able to make it right with him. And then," she sobbed, "then I couldn't stop, Bog, I tried, but the more I tried the more I cried. I don't want to hurt him but I did and ..." she had used up her remaining energy and crumpled again. For days her beak had been breaking from a heavy heart, now she had hurt a friend, breaking her heart.
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Jul 9, 2006 15:38:10 GMT
"You can't have hurt him that much! And anyway he can't be a true good friend if he won't forgive you, no matter what you have done!" Boggleworth said calmly, feeling he had assessed the situation well and hoped he could help somehow. He'd also quickly deduced that the him Grace had hurt, was most likely Keifer, because they were good strong friends and only them having problems could Boggleworth see as having such an adverse effect on Grace.
"Don't worry so much! I'll talk to him!" said Boggleworth trying to brighten Grace's spirits from the pit of dispair!
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jul 9, 2006 15:59:44 GMT
Grace looked terrified, with wide eyes, at Bog. She clutched the sleeves of his shirt and wispered tetchily with worry and concern dripping from her words, "No! Bog! Please don't! He's- he's angry at me enough as it is and I don't you can help -" he breathing increased and she frowned "- I don't want you to ruin what the two of you have." She breathed deeply, as though each breath caused her pain. She didn't want him to hurt Keifer as she had. She lowered her head, shaking her head, her whole body shaking. "Please," she whispered.
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Jul 10, 2006 15:37:52 GMT
Boggleworth yearned to give a few harsh but fair words to Keifer as he thoroughly deserved but he didn't want to upset Grace so he said reluctantly "Ok then, for you, but it's what he bloody well deserves, he seems to be breaking everybody around him. Are you sure someone shouldn't stop him?"
Boggleworth ground his teeth slightly itching to let loose at Keifer.
"He's no right to upset everyone!"
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jul 13, 2006 0:33:27 GMT
Grace looked away from Bog and pulled herself up and shakily took hold of the back of the sofa. "All- all... I'-I'm sure- ure of is I- I need- ed my b- bed." She stood on weak legs, with wobbly knees, "bed," she put one foot in front of the other then walked away from the sofa. She wobbled forward and fell onto the wall to her dorm.
She turned and looked at Bog. "I-I'll be down for supper," she lied and climbed with much effort up the stairs to her dorm and her bed. She kicked of her shoes and flopped onto her bed. She looked at the posters of her favourite quidditch teams, smiling and waving. She jumped into standing on her bed and ripped them all off. She crumpled them up and threw them on the floor.
She looked around and saw no one was around so she flopped down onto her bed and crawled under the covers, crying and shaking uncontrollably.
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