06-18-2020, 04:36 PM
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Fwooper
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Amelia Yarborough Hufflepuff Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Emerald Peridot "Dot" Ainsley Gryffindor Seventh Year x10
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That look of understanding was one of the most comforting things that Islay had seen all day...or well, she thought it was. She couldn’t exactly remember but a part of her kenw she hadn’t been able to see her usual comfort thing – cruppies. “Thank you for understanding, and I’m sorry about the headaches...” she paused for a second as she leaned against the work table behind her as he rubbed his head. “do you need meds, I brought a like year supply of migraine meds, maybe it’ll help?” she offered as she reached into her bag and pulled a bottle of the mundane muggle meds, after all, they kind of seemed to understand them.
She shrugged her shoulder, “well...it is, if you just met someone you could easily forget their name” she shrugged, “I mean...its a bit weird to just meet someone this far into the school year though” she postulated as she shrugged her shoulder and grinned at him. “I don’t think we’ll forget the big things,...i know I know I won’t forget about my family things,” she wasn’t going to go into it, but it wasn’t a big secret that she had a messy issue with her family. She looked up at him, “I’ve been thinking that this memory thing is suspicious, and have been starting to suspect that weather guy” she admitted as she stood there with the Prefect. RIGHT THAT’S WHAT HE WAS.
“sorry about the name thing, I’ve just...always been rubbish with names” she admitted with a small smile. It wasn’t a memory poof thing, it was a I’m just bad at this thing, and it had apparently been something that her own aunt’s brain had done too? Listing off nearly every possible name before coming to the right one half of the time. “I once called my dad our dogs name” she admitted with a laugh. The honey eyed brunette just looked at the seventh year and frowned slightly, “do you need to sit down?” she asked, concern practically coming off of her in waves, “you look like you might be having a panic attack, I get them...” she added the last bit as reassurance as she reached into her bag and pulled out a small smooth stone, “take this, rub your finger on the divot there when you feel all anxious and stuff...its calming, it should be.”
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