 ;_; Constant Vigilance! O_O AWAKE!
Oh. Oh, she could have a hug. The thirteen-year-old beamed as she wrapped her arms around Minjae...and around Claudine's arms, too, because apparently the Slytherin had the same idea as her.
She was completely oblivious to Minjae's tears. And to her own, apparently, Mamie Margaret Mamie was completely clueless she was getting the seventh year's robes damp with her tears. She wasn't crying only because she was going to miss him. She was going to miss a lot of people. Minjae was just closest in proximity. And they'd been through a lot together.
She pulled back from the hug and sniffed, wiping her face with her sleeve once she realized there were some fresh tears again. "It's not the same when you're gone," she muttered, avoiding eye contact for fear there would be more tears. And, this she knew from experience, because Minjae had already been gone for some time. And it was bad without him.
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