 open_bernie_post Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB
Bernadette had handed over her wand, numb already, and feeling half-certain that Rosier and co. would know she kept it in her boot or sock or slipper at all times. A foolhardy location, to be sure, but also the only option she had because she couldn't afford a wrist holster.... yet.
She sighed heavily and stared out the window, one of the few kids NOT hanging out at the old professor's side. She was focusing on this view, so to speak. BUT THE WORST PART ABOUT THIS WINDOWPANE was not that they had a window; it was that the window... gave her pain. Even though it just offered her a glimpse of.... ??? of what??? Bernie couldn't tell what she was looking at, but she was going to continue looking at it. Whatever it was. It was pitch black and murky, maybe like a window to her soul. Who knew. Who could say. Either way, it sucked and the view somehow made this all worse.
Bernie hugged her arms to herself and sniffled a little at the depressing state of this all.
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