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Old 03-04-2021, 03:09 PM   #119 (permalink)
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Fifth Year
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So Apollo did the only logical thing he could think to do. He went over to her, and plopped down next to her. "We're not one of them, you know." He didn't want the girl to have the sads. Also, by saying one of them, who knew if he was referring to being real muggles or the dumb hooded people who condoned violence and unforgivables. He wanted to tell her something to make her feel better. To tell her it will all be okay. But he was only eleven and to be honest, he didn't know that it would be?? Would he ever see his mother again? His grandparents? His cousins? Would the greater good really prove to be that? What was the greater good anyway?
Sitting down in the mud beside her wasn't particularly logical at all, actually; it was more like.... compulsive, but alright, Bernadette wasn't much of a thinker either.

She sniffed to herself, sucking a right bit of snot up her nose, and glanced over to the first year. Apollo. Yeah. Her housemate. A kid who had DEFINITELY heard her blustery speech at the start of this school year. In the common room, y'know? Remember common rooms? Gryffindor had a pretty swell room. Lotta couches and chairs, lotta cushions, lotta squishy substances to jump on and stand on and make speeches from.... yeah.

"Right." She eyed the boy again. Was he even Muggleborn? Bernie was pretty sure he was not. He'd never had a broom yanked out of his hand because of his blood status. In fact, she was pretty sure he wasn't even assigned to Room with her.

She paused as she eyed the kid, not noticing (naturally) anything Upstead and Schmoe were doing over yonder. But if she had noticed, she might have been 50% amused and 50% perturbed that Nem was encroaching on her role as OFFICIAL UNOFFICIAL MUGGLE STUDIES TEACHING ASSISTANT.

Back to Apollo. "Don't think we are the same at all, Stark," she continued with another sinus-induced sniffle. "I'm sixteen and you're eleven." MAYBE twelve, but who cared. And yes, this was how she was choosing to interpret his innocuous words of comfort. "I'm Muggleborn. I'm trash. YOU'RE just being nice." And she wasn't having it; she was simply too caught up in the Sads to even care what was going on in their shared environment. "So why don't you just leave me alone, then? Can't even get ANY bloody alone time in Room, much less out here in Field, and you know what----"

Well, she'd come to a conclusion. Bernie may as well just go grab her alone time for herself. She stood up to leave in a strop, to make a DRAMATIC exit from Apollo, but instead of managing to make it very far, she...... fell. Dramatically. A bit ol' classic slip-n-slide of a fall, losing control of her legs and bumping her head on the now-icy ground and starting a tailspin right toward....

Atlas Flamsteed? Was he pretending to be a mermaid or a fisherman or something? Why the heck else did he have a net? Either way, she was spinning toward him now like a well-greased bowling ball on its way to make a spare.
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