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Lockhartian · 07-19-2011, 06:45 PM

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Originally Posted by Harry174

Simon had fled the Common Room and finally stopped running when he was in The Entrance Hall, he suddenly realised that his bag was open, he quickly shut it, it seemed like everything was in there and Simon couldn't be bothered to make sure.

Simon decided to sit down near a wall, he was so upset, they have no idea what he was going through and he didn't want to tell them, he was going to fight his own battles like he always did, he just wished that Treyen would stop trying to figure out what was wrong, he was sure Treyen knew there was something bothering him.

Running. He was running. Because he needed to find Simon, and he knew that the only way possible was UP, because Simon wouldn't go to the dungeons, right? To hug Lafay? No, he wouldn't, not when he was THIS upset.

That's when he saw him, sitting by the wall. And his pace slowed a great deal.

There will be no yelling on his behalf. "Simon," he almost whispered, "This belongs to you," the fifth year took out the letter that was now folded in two and handed it over.

He was looking at him the same way he always had. He wasn't pitying him or anything, he was keeping his face neutral for this, or as much as possible. "I didn't know," he said, as he squatted next to Simon, eyes on the letter. "I'm not saying I should've known since this is too private, but if you need any help...when dealing with anger...then...I could help you," he could, at least, help channel it.

07-19-2011, 06:45 PM	#222 (permalink)
Lockhartian Kappa Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: The Eyrie Posts: 14,978 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ashton P. Walker First Year x11 x11	Eagle Eye [⅓ Badger Trio] Felon & Kafka ♥ Gilderoy Lockhart <3 [TEAM 947!] Quote: Originally Posted by Harry174 Simon had fled the Common Room and finally stopped running when he was in The Entrance Hall, he suddenly realised that his bag was open, he quickly shut it, it seemed like everything was in there and Simon couldn't be bothered to make sure. Simon decided to sit down near a wall, he was so upset, they have no idea what he was going through and he didn't want to tell them, he was going to fight his own battles like he always did, he just wished that Treyen would stop trying to figure out what was wrong, he was sure Treyen knew there was something bothering him. Running. He was running. Because he needed to find Simon, and he knew that the only way possible was UP, because Simon wouldn't go to the dungeons, right? To hug Lafay? No, he wouldn't, not when he was THIS upset. That's when he saw him, sitting by the wall. And his pace slowed a great deal. There will be no yelling on his behalf. "Simon," he almost whispered, "This belongs to you," the fifth year took out the letter that was now folded in two and handed it over. He was looking at him the same way he always had. He wasn't pitying him or anything, he was keeping his face neutral for this, or as much as possible. "I didn't know," he said, as he squatted next to Simon, eyes on the letter. "I'm not saying I should've known since this is too private, but if you need any help...when dealing with anger...then...I could help you," he could, at least, help channel it.