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BanaBatGirl · 03-12-2020, 01:34 AM

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Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19

It all came back like one quick, grand tsunami. Acromantulas, doggos being taken, battling the acromantulas, doggos being taken, Trent, Fuller- Thompson, doggos being taken… Claudien sat up, wincing as she did so, at the same moment that Trent was having a go at Bernie. “It.. it wasn’t her fault,’’ she meekly and quietly tried to defend her friend. “I dragged her into this.’’ She couldn’t meet any of the three pairs of eyes; she was so ashamed and regretful. Not even as she was helped and soon standing on her feet. Claudine barely cared that her privileges were being stripped from her. All she wanted was a nice, warm bed and a dreamless bit of sleep. “I’d like to walk, please,’’ she mumbled to Fuller-Thompson. The Levitation charm was off of the Lioness now, it seemed, since Bernie was hobbling off. Besides, Claudine’s legs felt fine; it was her arms that were still paining.

Now, Claudine did care that she had gotten Bernie into trouble. The other girl was her only female friend. So she did something that she rarely did for anyone: Claudine sidled up to Bernie to slip a hand into one of the Gryffindor’s to offer some support. “If you need to, you can lean on me. And Bernie? I’m sorry.’’ She wanted to cry too but wasn’t quite ready to do so in front of others. Maybe when she was in bed.

Bernie didn't lean on Claudine. She didn't shake her off, because she knew that Claudine didn't really touch anyone anyway, but she also didn't respond to her friend. She made no move to show that she had even heard the Slytherin's apology as she limped into the Hospital Wing.

"H-healer," she stammered, suddenly losing all energy as the bright lights and clean, starchy beds caught her eye. Bernie shook her head and sank down on a bed before she lost it and started crying again. "I mean, P-pr-professor. We're hurt. Acromantulas got us." And Bernie was quickly running out of steam to say much else. She closed her eyes and tried to stay seated without falling over. Her entire left side was throbbing; from her shoulder hanging at a weird angle to the gash in her thigh, and all the other cuts and tears and scratches in between.

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BanaBatGirl Banshee Join Date: May 2007 Location: Gotham Posts: 51,213 Hogwarts RPG Name: TBD Gryffindor Hogwarts RPG Name: Zara H. Bunbury-Foster Slytherin Fifth Year	continued from the Forbidden Forest Professor Pink \| Mrs. Bruce Wayne \| I'm on a Goat \| Glitterpuff \| Dumbledore's Defense Squad \| BHB Quote: Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19 It all came back like one quick, grand tsunami. Acromantulas, doggos being taken, battling the acromantulas, doggos being taken, Trent, Fuller- Thompson, doggos being taken… Claudien sat up, wincing as she did so, at the same moment that Trent was having a go at Bernie. “It.. it wasn’t her fault,’’ she meekly and quietly tried to defend her friend. “I dragged her into this.’’ She couldn’t meet any of the three pairs of eyes; she was so ashamed and regretful. Not even as she was helped and soon standing on her feet. Claudine barely cared that her privileges were being stripped from her. All she wanted was a nice, warm bed and a dreamless bit of sleep. “I’d like to walk, please,’’ she mumbled to Fuller-Thompson. The Levitation charm was off of the Lioness now, it seemed, since Bernie was hobbling off. Besides, Claudine’s legs felt fine; it was her arms that were still paining. Now, Claudine did care that she had gotten Bernie into trouble. The other girl was her only female friend. So she did something that she rarely did for anyone: Claudine sidled up to Bernie to slip a hand into one of the Gryffindor’s to offer some support. “If you need to, you can lean on me. And Bernie? I’m sorry.’’ She wanted to cry too but wasn’t quite ready to do so in front of others. Maybe when she was in bed. Bernie didn't lean on Claudine. She didn't shake her off, because she knew that Claudine didn't really touch anyone anyway, but she also didn't respond to her friend. She made no move to show that she had even heard the Slytherin's apology as she limped into the Hospital Wing. "H-healer," she stammered, suddenly losing all energy as the bright lights and clean, starchy beds caught her eye. Bernie shook her head and sank down on a bed before she lost it and started crying again. "I mean, P-pr-professor. We're hurt. Acromantulas got us." And Bernie was quickly running out of steam to say much else. She closed her eyes and tried to stay seated without falling over. Her entire left side was throbbing; from her shoulder hanging at a weird angle to the gash in her thigh, and all the other cuts and tears and scratches in between. __________________ yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind