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MadMadamMalfoy · 05-10-2018, 08:10 AM

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Originally Posted by Ginevra

Daisy entered Professor Marchand's office and immediately spotted the photo of the rose music box that Daisy's father had made. This caused the Hufflepuff to completely lose control of her emotions. She collapsed into the chair and spoke in short bursts, "M-my father fell ill during the s-summer and had to be hospitalised. The owl I received at the feast was from my aunt s-saying he d-died."

Gaston eyed Daisy with concern as she entered the office, mentally searching for the right way to ask what was bothering her. He didn't want to sound nosy or demanding! In the end, he decided it would be best to wait and let her tell him on her own terms. He quietly closed the door behind him and turned to the Hufflepuff. He was going to invite her to sit down, but she'd already collapsed into a chair and...

Gaston felt as if he'd just been gut-punched. He had guessed that the owl brought bad news, but this was beyond anything he could've imagined! He drew in a sharp breath, leaning against the desk to steady himself. His eyes strayed to the glass case and the photo of the music box inside. He couldn't believe the man who made it just one short year ago was gone! Once the initial shock wore off, all that remained was sadness. Mr. Swann had once done something kind for Gaston's daughter; now it was only fair that he return the favor. Of course he would've wanted to comfort Daisy anyway, but now he felt even more of an obligation to do so. The problem was he didn't know how.

He sat in the other leather chair beside Daisy and said upon finding his voice, "Oh, Daisy... I'm so sorry. I can't even begin to imagine what you're going through..." He had known loss before, but this was different. His father was still alive, and even so, he could never know what it was like to lose a parent at such a young age. "I- I'm here for you, whatever you need..."

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