[HC. Room] Guilty

[Prof Grace Marks]

Grace held Girty's gaze, her face solemn and thoughtful. She of all people was the least likely to know what Girty was going through. This topic was both strange and foreign to her. But even though she was estranged in that way she still felt that she had to help Girty. She was on to save the world with complete disregard for her own safety and well-being. She made a silent promise to her Girty no matter what.

She blinked and rubbed her face with her cold hands. What was there to do? She had to think about this on very hard. She closed her eyes tightly and covered them with her hands. She could not think of anything. She sighed in exasperation and looked up at the ceiling, dropping her arms. Then a thought came to her. "Girty?" she asked, frowning deeply, her blue eyes twinkling in the firelight, "what was the potion Bog made for you for? Was it to stop the transformations?"

[Girty Hubbles]

Girty nodded slowly at Grace feeling the tension in the room double, only to be broken by the odd snore form Boggleworth.

"The potion was designed to stop the transformations for good. I had had enough of them. I could not stand knowing that I could hurt someone every single time I changed. It worked for Bog so he thought it would work for me. But I guess...."

Girty Broke off. She had been talking so fast and with out a breath that her voice slowly vanished as she took in a load of air. Her eyes filled with tears as she tried to fight them back. Using her hand she wiped them away before they could fall but her eyes still stung. Slowly a coarse voice emerged from behind her hand.

“But I guess it has not worked”

[Prof Grace Marks]

Grace frowned deeply, with much concern. She could think of one thing Girty could do but she was not sure that Girty would like that very much. She ran a hand through her long hair and skrewed her face up in thought. "There is one thing you can do," she said slowly, "but I don't think you'll like it: you could always ask Thom to help you brew some of your own. He's really good at potions and all that and I do think he would help you."

[Girty Hubbles]

Girty's jaw dropped open at the mention of Thom. She jumped up of the sofa and looked at Grace with her arms out stretched.
"Thom....Thom! You want me to ask him. Have you already forgotten what the idiot has done today. I do not think I will even be able to look at him let alone talk."

Girty was now pacing around the room waving her arms in the air in frustration.
"I would rather die as a werewolf then talk to him."