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Hogwarts RPG Name: Sophia Svensson #556B2F Slytherin Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Eulalia Walles (#F48037) Hufflepuff Fourth Year | Constant Vigilance! O_O AWAKE! Quote:
Originally Posted by DuckyLinJi While his physical wounds had been healed back in May right after the battle, his mental scars were still very much present. The constant ringing in his right ear had never stopped, something he was panicked by when it was quiet and he heard it. Nyctophobia had been the result from his time being trapped in the mirror. A light had to be on at all times during the nights in the dormitory but that wouldn't stop the nightmares of being trapped in the void from happening.
One of those nightmares happened the previous night, resulting in him getting only an hour or three of actual sleep which was why the seventh year looked exhausted as he sat at the Hufflepuff table after a long day. He knew he wouldn't have been able to take his NEWT exams in his current state so he had decided to take them at the Ministry of Magic before traveling the world with Noah. Something he was hoping he would enjoy and would hopefully heal some of his wounds. After so many nights sleeping on the floor in the Room, Mamie thought she would have felt well rested after sleeping in the Hufflepuff dormitory again. And it was true, she'd had no trouble falling asleep. It was the waking up that she struggled with. Especially today, she'd stayed in bed as long as she could, trying not to think about all her seventh year friends who were graduating. Not to mention, the thought of having to go home and be away from all her magical friends all summer made her want to refuse to leave at all.
Plus, she didn't even have Quidditch to look forward to anymore.
Her eyes were a little red and puffy when she got to the Hufflepuff table for the feast. She'd obviously been crying. Aboli was leaving, Noah and Minjae were leaving. And--and people had died. Some she knew. It was a lot. All these thoughts running through her mind, she almost started crying again as she walked into the Great Hall.
Then she spotted Minjae.
Mamie--nay, Margaret, she was no longer innocent enough for that childhood nickname--clambered into the seat next to the seventh year and tapped his shoulder to get his attention. "Minjae," she said quietly. "C-can I give you a hug?" |
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