 Snaking our way over here. Get... Get it? Snaking. Bye. a bit of madness is key | miss chanandler bong | those cunning folks use any means
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Originally Posted by Govoni  Throughout the entire month following the Portal incident, Olivia Phillips had been in hiding. She'd even skipped out on most of her lessons, opting to do all of the assignments in private. It was a personal mental health decision to spend most of her time in either in the Room of Requirement, getting better acquainted with the aerial silks, or in the Defense training room, working out her angst and frustration on the available dummies. Reading had been a viable third option, but after tiring herself out with physical activities, there was little time left for it.
She was simply.... mentally and spiritually exhausted. There was little patience available for dealing with everyone who needed a more gentle approach and kinder words. Not that Olivia didn't want to be kind to people. Staying away was a kindness in itself. Weren't they all too spent right now?
Taking a quiet seat at her house table (after nodding respectfully to Ace), Liv removed the book from her robe pocket, flipping to the page she'd left off on the night before. Some reading until food happened. The blonde didn't have a lot to say to anyone just now. Carlton still didn't know if his parents allowed him to return for his second year considering the monster had snatched him and the whole almost gotten eaten part, but for now he would enjoy the feast. He was really on his way to the Slytherin table but was also early and just a few students had made their way to the great hall. The young boy looked up the Hufflepuff table in search of Henry, the Ravenclaw table to look for Rooney and the Gryffindor table to look for...
"Liv." He smiled as he spotted her blonde hair further down the great hall. He hadn't seen in her so long. For some reason she had been MIA and himself... He'd just been hanging around the hospital wing, following the healer everywhere.
Everywhere.
Except the bathroom. He didn't want to follow him in there. The young snake had standards.
"Hi, Liv." He called and waved at his mother her as he approached. Acknowledge me, talk to me, love me.
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