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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jul 19, 2007 7:41:10 GMT
The recent rains had made everything bloom and the birds sing. Grace was drawn outside by a deep sadness in her heart. She was becoming more and more melancholy and she did want to bring anyone else down so going outside was the perfect idea. She walked out of the castle slowly, making an effort to pick up her feet as she walked instead of dragging them. She wasn't concentrating on where she was walking but she was on autopilot and merely walked.
When she looked up from the ground she had been fixedly staring at she noticed she was walking around the lake. She looked over the calm water and managed a weak smile. She turned from the water and found a patch of grass to sit on. Once she was sitting she lay back and stared at the steady darkening sky. The late afternoon sun shone brightly low in the sky.
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Post by Sophie Hargreaves on Jul 23, 2007 16:05:04 GMT
Escaping the clutches of a rather forward boy Sophie fell backwards in her haste to escape, as the lad did his best to catch her and steady her fall she slapped him hard across the cheek, pushing him roughly away.
"How dare you," she shrieked thoroughly distraught. "What the hell do you take me for? You can't just come here with your sweet talk and think you've got me wrapped around your little finger," she practically snarled prodding a finger into the lad's broad chest emblazoned with the roaring lion of Gryffindor, which he really needed to take courage from given Sophie's unabated fury.
"I thought you were different," she screeched, "not after anything, but no all lads are after the same thing," Sophie screamed her voice breaking and beginning to quaver as tears sprang unbidden to her radiant eyes, wetting her eyelashes immediately. "How..could..you?" She sobbed raggedly through rasping breaths. Looking quite bewildered the boy's shocked expression gradually turned to one of distaste at the Sophie crying her eyes out, screeching and attracting very unwanted attention. Seeing the boy's shock was gradually deepening to a scowl of disgust, the fight went out of Soph as she dropped her head into her hands, hurriedly trying to wipe away the flooding tears, fortunately she'd had no time to apply any make-up that morning; having awoken terribly late nearly missing the start of a very important examination. She'd only just made it in time, and the strenuously difficult Ancient Runes paper had sapped all her energy. She'd hoped Tim would comfort with words not actions, he'd been so presumptuous it was untrue, admittedly they'd known each other for number of years, but they'd never been close, only he had always been so quick and witty, making her laugh so easily, she hadn't even imagined he'd thought of her in that way, why was a guy never happy with friendship? They always pushed their luck.
Sobbing into a dainty handkerchief she'd summoned with a flick of her wand, she laughed on seeing Tim's expression of alarm, he'd quite probably figured she was about to jinx him; the temptation was strong, but Sophie simply wanted to be away from him.
"Just go," she mumbled through her second handkerchief, as Tim gracefully, quickly complied by turning tail and fleeing back up to the castle. Sophie fell back wearily onto the tree upon which the far heavier lad had wanted to draw her up against. Feeling disgusted as horribly vividly frightening images flashed before her inner eye, she sobbed harder still, feeling the tears coursing down her wet cheeks and dampening the russett red pullover she sported. Sliding down against the gnarled old tree beside the lakeside, Sophie rocked back and forth, shuddering racking sobs still badly affecting her...
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jul 24, 2007 14:37:16 GMT
Grace had been lost in thought, day dreaming of simpler times, when she heard an almighty cry. Wheeling around, Grace saw enough of the confrontation to be able to guess what had happened, or possibilities. Her heart went out to the Gryffindor girl and as the boy ran off, Grace jumped to her feet to go comfort the girl.
As she came closer to her, she recognised who it was. She knelt down beside her and laid a hand on her shoulder. "Sophie," she said softly, comfortingly, "you mustn't let him get to you." She frowned at her friends pain and added, "he's a jerk in any case. Who needs them?" She tried a smile but it wasn't as mirthful as she had hoped. Instead she simply watched her friend with doleful eyes.
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Post by Sophie Hargreaves on Jul 24, 2007 15:35:27 GMT
Hearing approoching footsteps between sobs that raked her entire body, she angrily guessed it would be a horrible Slytherin boy come to gloat and laugh at her misery, about to tell them to clear off or she'd hex them to the next life, she was thankfully silenced as she heard the soothing tones of Grace. Having never felt so glad to see her she grasped the comforting hand upon her shoulder, not realising her clammy wet hand wouldn't be appreciated.
"I..kn..know," she mumbled, taking a shuddering deep breath she cleared her mind slowly grasping Grace's hand for comfort, and looking bleary eyed at her. Summoning yet another clean hanky she hurriedly wiped away her tears, feeling the beginnings of embarassment having reacted to strongly. "he..he seemed ok though," she muttered lamely in his defence, "I did..didn't think he liked me, eugh why are men always so stupid?" She asked expecting no real answer.
"Well you've got your Bog haven't you?" She sighed, "At least you've found your man," she mumbled wiping away her few remaining tears, though she was liable to shed them at a moments notice she felt happier with Grace being there; patting the earth beside her she gave a small smile as her lips twitched.
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jul 24, 2007 16:05:38 GMT
Grace inclined her head to the side to get a look at Sophie's tear-stroon face and smiled weakly. Sophie took her hand and Grace gave it an encouraging squeeze. She was thankful her problem was not more serious for Grace could handle small situations like this, sometimes even help, but with more complete problems Grace often felt the overwhelming urge to join in the crying.
Grace said nothing, but merely smiled and listened. There was noting she could say about the boy who had run off for she didn't know him and she knew she did not want to. "That's how they all seem," Grace said absently, shifting her weight, "ok but sooner or later they show their true colours." She giggled and straightened her head, "that's a very good question and one I think we'll be asking for a long time to come."
Bog
The name ran harshly in Grace's ears. She shut her eyes tightly for a second, them they snapped open and she was sitting on her rear next to Sophie her hands on her head. "Do I?" she moaned, "do I really have him?" She wasn't sure anymore. The two of them had always seemed to be perfect for each other but Grace wasn't sure any more. "I just don't know any more. He is a great guy and I don't want to hurt him. But I'm worried ..." She trailed off, unable to finished that train of thought.
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