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It was with a dramatically listless flop to the floor that Char followed instructions and took a seat. Cross-legged on the dusty carpet, sending up a cloud of it that settled in her crazy, wind battered hair. That was what climbing out a tower window and shimmying around to the next window on a blustery, windy day did to you, but Char's hair was the least of her concerns right now.
Her HEART WAS BROKEN. Snoken! (Snail Broken!)
"Miss Ketlleburn." Nana began, only to pause. Where did one even begin? What track did one take with a heart-broken third year? Concern. Concern first and foremost. "Miss Kettleburn, are you injured? you mentioned climbing out of the tower... " Nana had been... Hoping it was an exaggeration, but the more she looked upon the young girl the more she was sure it had not been. Perhaps the Gryffindor ought to be taken to the Hospital Wing just to be safe.