Ella felt so helpless as she watched Blue cry and mourn and refuse ice cream. Blink. She refused the ice cream.That's how she knew things were really bad. People who were okay didn't refuse ice cream, they just didn't.

At least the tissues were helpful. That made the small blonde smile faintly. "You're welcome, Bluetiful." She said quietly, looking from the small Claw to the box. Squirm. Ella was so not good at this type of stuff.

As more and more people arrived the third year found herself stepping to the back of the group, staring down at the GIANT ice cream sundae she'd brought. #Awkward. Would it be terribly awful if she quietly ate some right now?

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