06-20-2020, 07:28 PM
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#24 (permalink)
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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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Truly, the people that weren’t understanding about him, or anyone being forgetful when it seemed to be going around the school were...well, she didn’t even want to think what she would call them. Being considerate was the decent thing. Islay respected that, and if she had known Ewan better, she would have probably thanked him for being a decent human and not one of those run of the mill bargain basement blokes that seemed to little the halls of Hogwarts. What? She didn’t really have the best track record with knowing nice people unless you thought of the people she considered her friends. “Oh, I know,” she shrugged, “but it’s the nice thing to do – I get them too so I’d always try and be helpful about it” she admitted with a soft smile. Of course, he didn’t have to take the meds – even if it were just a box of unopened meds. It was still smart. “if it helps – sometimes pressing on the bridge of the nose has helped for me...at least with releasing pressure” she gave him a soft smile. It was a-okay if he didn’t trust her.
He was lucky to have been able to spend all this time here, she would have both loved and hated it herself. Still, if she had been here there was a chance that everything would be so different now and some people may never have become friends and we wouldn’t want that. Still, as she stood there the empathetic Gryffindor felt like the prefect needed support. Maybe not her support, but that was the thing, she was there. “well, if you aren’t...I get it” she spoke so softly it was almost inaudible.
When he reached out his hand she couldn’t help but notice the slight half-moon shaped indentations of fingernails. She didn’t say anything, knowing full well that she too clenched her hands so tightly whenever she had her own panic attacks. “I find it does,” she admitted softly, as she placed the cold smooth stone into his outstretched palm. “also uh...if you need it I’d offer you some of the tea blend I make – its basically a mix of lemon, lavender, and chamomile” she admitted with a grin. After all, she always was the type to want to help people whenever she saw them going through pain. No matter if she knew what it was.
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