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Originally Posted by Sneakeh Cat

Juliette did not know the boy, but she was not about to leave him here like this. Honestly, he looked like a mess... a [/s]cute[/s] mess but nevertheless, a mess. She sat down beside him when he replied to her question. "I'm Juliette," she introduced herself. He might as well know who he was talking to, right? "Is there anything I can do to help?"

If he was hurt, she could always take him to see the Healer.

He probably looked like a baby. He didn't want anyone to see him cry. He didn't even like his best friend seeing him cry. Brady always thought crying was weak, he still thinks it weak. He doesn't want to feel weak or sad but he was used to feeling alone...even when he wasn't alone. "I'm Brady." He said with a sniffle. The second year shrugged. "Not really." he said with a shake of his head as his dark brown hair fell into his face. His grandmother would probably be asking him to get his hair cut.