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The way Cedric was staring at her Marie felt like he was trying to look right through her. Either that or she had something on her face.
How was she doing? Well let's see, her boyfriend just pretty much told her he didn't care about her feelings and then walked away from her leaving her on the pathway crying and feeling like a hippogriff just walked all over her chest. She wasn't about to share that information though. Not with someone she was just meeting... well meeting again after a couple years. No, she would just keep that not so happy smile and act as if nothing happened. After all, isn't that what she's supposed to do, deal with her own issues and not bother anyone with them according to James Wilkes... so as not to push others away with her problems.
So that's just what she did. Hugging James robes close to her she smiled. "I'm doing just great. Couldn't be better." LIE! "How are you?" His life had to be better than hers that was for sure.
There was an apparent hint of sadness in her voice Cedric could tell. Indeed she told him she was well but her somewhat melancholy tone and facial expression opposed what she said. Cedric felt like reaching for Marie, taking her hand, consoling or comforting her like a friend would. Cedric loathed seeing women crying. It sort of crushed him inside, snuffing out the happiness that was within him or mystically obscuring his true self, cheerful and perpetually smiling. Why, his mother had a great deal of crying here and there, mostly when she had had a fight with his father.
"Are you sure you're fine, Marie?" He just remembered her name, see. Hence he called her by her name. The seventh year flopped down on the stairs, seating right beside the girl but kept a fairly good amount of distance lest Marie might feel rather uncomfortable.