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Angie · 07-13-2017, 04:29 AM

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Originally Posted by Erindipity

Dora was alright... but not really. She was faking it. Faking it until she was okay again. She was still in her stupid one sleeved uniform thing because moving up the stairs to her dorm was not a thing that she wanted to do. Or could do at the moment.

But it was funny the way rage worked sometimes, wasn't it? Not long after the girl had sat down in one of the cherry chairs did her brain start to replay the scenario she had just faced. It had cracked her. She knew that. And she was not ashamed to care so deeply for someone. The fact that it was used against her didn't bother her as much as the real reason for her rage. The real reason was that they had put her sister in a cage and let her freeze NEARLY to death. In a cage. Frozen. Like an animal.

With a renewed burst of energy, one that she hadn't expected, the girl rose from her seat and immediately picked it up... and commenced to smashing it repeatedly on the ground. Over and over and over until there was nothing but small chunks left. The tears had started falling again as she began to stomp the remnants of that chair. And didn't give a damn who the hell saw her.

Sometimes the Gryffindor room was on fire or exploding somewhere or there were fireworks (which was more or less the same thing).

Other times it was the sound of abused furniture filling the room. Levi stood up from his spot by the fire where he was once again staring at absolutely nothing, stewing away in his own anger. He watched, silent, as Dora Umbridge took her anger out on one of Marchand's fancy chairs. His head tilted to one side eyeing the girl and the mess and what appeared to be tears.

Dora was awfully distracted doing her thing. Leaving was a possibility, still.

Instead he marched towards the entrance of the conference room and yanked the door open. "You could continue smashing what's left of the study area--" Which was still quite a fair bit! Sure by the time she was done working out her emotions there would be nowhere left to properly study, probably. But it wasn't like Gryffindors spent an awful time doing that in the common room of all places, anyway. They knew better. "--or we can head in and talk it out." He was a terribly good listener, mostly because he was a privacy hoarder and total garbage at talking meaningfully about himself. But.

It also helped a lot that he knew, maybe, what was up with his fellow sixth year. More than that, he could relate.

"Alternatively, I could just help you and take care of some of the chairs myself. I have been meaning to perfect defodio."

07-13-2017, 04:29 AM	#3 (permalink)
Angie DoM Veela Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: Themyscira Posts: 37,610 Hogwarts RPG Name: Nerissa M. Tate Sixth Year x8	Wowza! Quote: Originally Posted by Erindipity Dora was alright... but not really. She was faking it. Faking it until she was okay again. She was still in her stupid one sleeved uniform thing because moving up the stairs to her dorm was not a thing that she wanted to do. Or could do at the moment. But it was funny the way rage worked sometimes, wasn't it? Not long after the girl had sat down in one of the cherry chairs did her brain start to replay the scenario she had just faced. It had cracked her. She knew that. And she was not ashamed to care so deeply for someone. The fact that it was used against her didn't bother her as much as the real reason for her rage. The real reason was that they had put her sister in a cage and let her freeze NEARLY to death. In a cage. Frozen. Like an animal. With a renewed burst of energy, one that she hadn't expected, the girl rose from her seat and immediately picked it up... and commenced to smashing it repeatedly on the ground. Over and over and over until there was nothing but small chunks left. The tears had started falling again as she began to stomp the remnants of that chair. And didn't give a damn who the hell saw her. Sometimes the Gryffindor room was on fire or exploding somewhere or there were fireworks (which was more or less the same thing). Other times it was the sound of abused furniture filling the room. Levi stood up from his spot by the fire where he was once again staring at absolutely nothing, stewing away in his own anger. He watched, silent, as Dora Umbridge took her anger out on one of Marchand's fancy chairs. His head tilted to one side eyeing the girl and the mess and what appeared to be tears. Dora was awfully distracted doing her thing. Leaving was a possibility, still. Instead he marched towards the entrance of the conference room and yanked the door open. "You could continue smashing what's left of the study area--" Which was still quite a fair bit! Sure by the time she was done working out her emotions there would be nowhere left to properly study, probably. But it wasn't like Gryffindors spent an awful time doing that in the common room of all places, anyway. They knew better. "--or we can head in and talk it out." He was a terribly good listener, mostly because he was a privacy hoarder and total garbage at talking meaningfully about himself. But. It also helped a lot that he knew, maybe, what was up with his fellow sixth year. More than that, he could relate. *"Alternatively, I could just help you and take care of some of the chairs myself. I have been meaning to perfect defodio."* __________________ Last edited by Angie; 07-13-2017 at 04:42 AM.