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Mehh…
It was the last time Gwen would try to paint with ink.
Since she had been hanging around the second floor corridor as she tried to create that drawing, the closest place where she could go and get rid of the ink was the girl’s bathroom. Pushing the door with the elbow, the fourth year entered the bathroom quickly and headed over with hasty steps towards a sink. That’s it. She was never ever trying to do something like this again. She had been thinking about using a spell to help her clean up the ink, but that would imply using the wand, which would get full of ink.
Wasn’t there someone around who could help her?
Gwen’s eyes scanned the place in a hurry. ‘You there’, she tried to draw the girl’s attention. Over here! ‘Do you mind helping me with…?’, she started saying but it was only a few moments later she realized the girl was probably not in a good mood. Errr. Without even mumbling a ‘never mind’, the fourth year carefully took her wand and managed to cast the cleaning spell with a loud ‘scourgify’. There. All done, the fourth year thought and was ready to leave.
Before exiting the bathroom, she glimpsed again at the girl.‘Are you alright?’, the Ravenclaw heard herself asking. It was probably a bad decision she had taken, meddling with someone else’s problems but who knows? Maybe she could help the girl…?
Elliot, from the corner of her eye, saw a girl enter. Elliot straightened up, trying to look at least semi-normal. She dabbed her cheeks, trying to make them look normal, not all pale and such. The blonde stiffened as the girl came
closer. Then she heard her say 'you there.' What did she WANT?! Elliot obviously want dot be left ALONE?! Elliot sniffled, turned to look at the girl, and took one look at her...she was covered in ink...what the heck? Elliot had pulled out her wand, ready to help so that she could have the bathroom ALL TO HERSELF again...but the girl had it covered. Elliot shrugged and put her wand back in her pocket.
THe girl was going..YAY. Elliot could be miserable in peace no...
but no.
Was Elliot all right? NO. The third year turned her head towards her, frowning, her eyes still red and puffy despite her best efforts.
"I'm fine..." she lied through clenched teeth.
"It's just my birthday, of course my father forgets. No, that's completely fine...everything is A-okay here..." she felt anger bubbling within her. With her father, with this girl with EVERYONE. With Darius...her new brother. A baby that couldn't talk was the reason for EVERYTHING.
She suddenly felt a few tears on her face, and she ran to one of the stalls and locked it. No one could see her cry! NO ONE. Not even a complete stranger...she heard herself sniffle, then begin to sob...this was so unlike her! SO UNLIKE HER. And she hated it...hated crying, hated her family...hated even herself for a moment.