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sweetpinkpixie · 11-25-2018, 02:30 PM

He was calming down, but barely. It was hard to push his frustrations aside at all this TALKING being done between Professor Noble and Chloe. So much so that the struggle to keep his tears from stinging his eyes and escaping once more was a futile battle. However, once he had calmed and some distance between this moment established, he would appreciate their conscientious efforts later. Along with, well, entirely registering just what impact his rashness had had on Chloe - which, in the moment, was like water off a duck's back as his eyes turned back towards the lifeless bowtruckle in her casket.

He felt worthless and helpless all over again. How many terms in a row now had it been where he had had to watch those he cared about suffer so terribly and he...he unable to do a single thing to help? He was even starting to doubt that the mercy he had shown Aster was in fact that, mercy. What if that had been all wrong too?

The arrival of the Charms professor was another sort of beacon of light to the Hufflepuff. With TWO professors now, well, SURELY something would be done?!

"R-Reason to believe?!" he couldn't help but snap at the level headedness of the Potions Master - another something he would feel terrible about later. "It's not as though Aster turned into this state of her own accord!" This doubt his own Head of House was casting upon his words was clearly a result of the terms upon terms of over the top conspiracy theories...and now the creatures were going to suffer the consequences.

He felt a little nauseous, like he had just traveled by portkey on a full stomach of entirely too rich chocolate pudding, but he managed a weak breath upon hearing Chloe speak once more. The manner in which she had gently said his name feeling like a burn paste over the results of a particularly gassy Blast-Ended Skrewt. "S-Sorry...professor," he lamented to his Head of House, eyes meeting the man's somewhat wildly but still very much sincere. "...I just....he...he can't get away with this."

Shaken was...an understatement.

Looking back to Chloe, his own head clearing a bit, he sighed. He appreciated her support, and Stasya's, more than he would ever be able to properly express....but........ "Would anyone accept the word...the memories of a teenager over those of an ex-Auror?" he asked feebly. And wasn't that what all these people were? Ex-Aurors or some equivalent? "I know what I saw...what I...what I had to do...but they could always sa---" And just then he heard a SHRILL and unmistakable scream coming from Professor Petrov's tent.

"........Jessa!"

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sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Romanian Longhorn Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 39,826 Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Diamond Marchbanks Gryffindor Sixth Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Zachaël Lufkin Owl Post x12 x12	astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf He was calming down, but barely. It was hard to push his frustrations aside at all this TALKING being done between Professor Noble and Chloe. So much so that the struggle to keep his tears from stinging his eyes and escaping once more was a futile battle. However, once he had calmed and some distance between this moment established, he would appreciate their conscientious efforts later. Along with, well, entirely registering just what impact his rashness had had on Chloe - which, in the moment, was like water off a duck's back as his eyes turned back towards the lifeless bowtruckle in her casket. He felt worthless and helpless all over again. How many terms in a row now had it been where he had had to watch those he cared about suffer so terribly and he...he unable to do a single thing to help? He was even starting to doubt that the mercy he had shown Aster was in fact that, mercy. What if that had been all wrong too? The arrival of the Charms professor was another sort of beacon of light to the Hufflepuff. With TWO professors now, well, SURELY something would be done?! "R-Reason to believe?!" he couldn't help but snap at the level headedness of the Potions Master - another something he would feel terrible about later. "It's not as though Aster turned into this state of her own accord!" This doubt his own Head of House was casting upon his words was clearly a result of the terms upon terms of over the top conspiracy theories...and now the creatures were going to suffer the consequences. He felt a little nauseous, like he had just traveled by portkey on a full stomach of entirely too rich chocolate pudding, but he managed a weak breath upon hearing Chloe speak once more. The manner in which she had gently said his name feeling like a burn paste over the results of a particularly gassy Blast-Ended Skrewt. "S-Sorry...professor," he lamented to his Head of House, eyes meeting the man's somewhat wildly but still very much sincere. "*...I just....he...he can't* get away with this." Shaken was...an understatement. Looking back to Chloe, his own head clearing a bit, he sighed. He appreciated her support, and Stasya's, more than he would ever be able to properly express....but........ "Would anyone accept the word...the memories of a teenager over those of an ex-Auror?" he asked feebly. And wasn't that what all these people were? Ex-Aurors or some equivalent? "I know what I saw...what I...what I had to do...but they could always sa---" And just then he heard a SHRILL and unmistakable scream coming from Professor Petrov's tent. "........Jessa!*" __________________ When you’re stuck in a moment and your spark has been stolen .................................................. ........... this is our time to own it, so own it..................................... baby we were born with* fire and gold in our eyes