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RonHermione 4 eva 
Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. SIGH.
Depressed SUCKED. And what sucked more was that Chandler's best friend wasn't around most times to be there. Though he knew it was totally his fault. It always was because he was a stupid twat who didn't think before he did anything. And right now he was FROWNING. Frowning because he was a screw up, he always had been and this time was the worst time that he screwed up. He knew in the back of his head that it wasn't all of his fault but he would always take the full blame. It was just how he was. Sighing for what it seemed the millionth time of the day, Chandler then took a small, deep breath. It would have been bigger but the boy couldn't manage it right now.
He was just too...depressed.
Wandering down the Pathways to the Grounds, Aimée looked up from the floor so that she didn't bump into anyone - it was pretty crowded outside, although she could see no one she knew. Unless... wait, was it?
Spotting the rear of Chandlers head, she sped her pace a little, somewhere between a walk and a jog, and dodged and weaved around the people, muttering some,
"Excuses-moi"'s as she went. The little French girl hadn't seen her French boys face, and so slipped into step with him with a grin on her face.
"Bonjour mes ami," she said, laughing a little, before turning and spotting his frown in profile.
Oh.
"Uh, Chandler? What's wrong?" she asked hesitantly. She didn't want to pry but, well... he looked frustrated.