 Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB
Bernie was faltering now, she was. She could feel the anger flickering in and out like a candle at the end of its wick. It was a feeling like a burnout. A Bern…. Out.
She dropped her arm without firing off any spells, suddenly feeling exhausted by all the feelings she'd had and all the ones she kept having. Exhausted. Confused. Staring back at Nem, her eyes were absolutely full of the wonder and confusion and hurt that theirs were lacking. But mostly, she was just… dazed and confused, and still terribly sad.
"I don't get it," she mumbled, her tight little fist clenching and unclenching her wand as though she were squeezing somebody's hand. "You just--- and I wasn't even being nice to you, Nem, so why would you----"
She cut herself off with a sound of sorrow again, something like a shuddery breath that could help her with her self-control. "I refuse to hurt you." There, yes, that was a statement she could be proud of. "You've been nothing but nice to me, always, and I don't understand why, but I… I... refuse. To. To. Hurt. You. I will not be---" Uhhh, what was the word, what was the word she wanted?!
She couldn't say it. She couldn't think anymore. Bernie dropped her half-teary eyes to the ground, her anger dissipating like smoke from the now-spent candle. "I'm good," she reminded herself, talking to herself. "I'm good."
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