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astrocat · 06-23-2021, 02:18 AM

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Originally Posted by Waddles

Well, if that's all it was, was the M-word. A whole year ago. Margaret thought that was a bit petty, to continue holding it against Emmerson. ~~This, coming from the girl who held a grudge against Morgan McCarthy for a Muggle Studies game.~~ Emmerson had clearly learned and grown, she was relatively nice now. "You should give her another chance," she said quietly.

"Can we talk about something different?" she asked abruptly. Thinking about last year... was really not something she was interested in. Being in the library was bad enough, and now adding on top of it remembering the bad times. "Have you heard from Theodore lately?" Now that she had a boyfriend of her own, Margaret could understand why Ash liked talking about hers. And it was a good way to change the subject.

To something haaaappy. Being happy was better than being sad.

How did we get here?

One time, Ash had fallen off her surfboard when the waves were rough. She had been tossed around, and she lost control of the board. And the board slammed into her stomach.

Ash felt the same way right now.

One time, Ash had gotten hit in the head pretty hard, and she felt all dizzy for a while.

Ash felt the same way right now.

Only this time, there was no injury that she had. Only an injury to her soul. It hurt worse than any bruise, than any injury she'd ever felt.

"Another chance to what, Mamie? Another chance to kill me?" The 'what' was a sharp word. It was as if Mamie had emotionally punched her, and Ash was returning the punch.

Oooh, Mamie did not just try to change the subject. Oh no she did not. Ash did not even bother to tell her about Theodore. She loved him, and they were not bringing his name into this conversation. How DARE she say 'give Emmerson another chance' and then bring up one of the muggles that Ash loved the most. Oh no she did not just do that. Except for she did.

"You know, I don't think I will give her a second chance. You know what could have happened, Mamie, if Rosier was nearby? I could have been tortured. I could have been killed."

Ash had never wanted to punch somebody more, and yet she abstained. She couldn't hurt Mamie. She just couldn't.

"Mamie, I've said that nobody cares about me so many times. You wouldn't even know. But I have never believed it more than I do right now."

And Ash would not hurt Mamie. She would not break down in front of Mamie. She would not crumple to the ground, or throw things, or call Mamie mean names. All she would do was stare. Stare across the table with her empty-looking eyes. Her deep brown eyes. Full of hurt. Full of betrayal. For once, full of surprise. Full of memories.

Ash felt like she was a fragile glass sculpture, and Mamie was crushing her into a million pieces.

But she couldn't even respond.

For once in her life, Ash had nothing she wanted to say. Or do. She just wanted to cry into someone else's shoulder. And there was nobody there.

Her friends had always been there for her. Even last year. And now they weren't.

Ash didn't know what to do. She just felt so helpless and hopeless and alone.

One tear slid down her cheek. And another. And another.

And she still did not say anything.

The silent tears just kept coming. Continuing on and on, making the word blurry and confusing.

And the tears continued, dripping down her shirt and onto her art and the floor and the table and everywhere.

06-23-2021, 02:18 AM	#35 (permalink)
astrocat Puffskein Join Date: Jul 2020 Location: New York City Posts: 2,139 Hogwarts RPG Name: Brandon Fox Hufflepuff Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Phoebe Calypso [s]Dupont[/s] Slytherin Third Year	Which came first, the phoenix or the flame? Quote: Originally Posted by Waddles Well, if that's all it was, was the M-word. A whole year ago. Margaret thought that was a bit petty, to continue holding it against Emmerson. ~~This, coming from the girl who held a grudge against Morgan McCarthy for a Muggle Studies game.~~ Emmerson had clearly learned and grown, she was relatively nice now. "You should give her another chance," she said quietly. "Can we talk about something different?" she asked abruptly. Thinking about last year... was really not something she was interested in. Being in the library was bad enough, and now adding on top of it remembering the bad times. "Have you heard from Theodore lately?" Now that she had a boyfriend of her own, Margaret could understand why Ash liked talking about hers. And it was a good way to change the subject. To something haaaappy. Being happy was better than being sad. How did we get here? One time, Ash had fallen off her surfboard when the waves were rough. She had been tossed around, and she lost control of the board. And the board slammed into her stomach. Ash felt the same way right now. One time, Ash had gotten hit in the head pretty hard, and she felt all dizzy for a while. Ash felt the same way right now. Only this time, there was no injury that she had. Only an injury to her soul. It hurt worse than any bruise, than any injury she'd ever felt. *"Another chance to what, Mamie? Another chance to kill me?"* The 'what' was a sharp word. It was as if Mamie had emotionally punched her, and Ash was returning the punch. Oooh, Mamie did not just try to change the subject. Oh no she did not. Ash did not even bother to tell her about Theodore. She loved him, and they were not bringing his name into this conversation. How DARE she say 'give Emmerson another chance' and then bring up one of the muggles that Ash loved the most. Oh no she did not just do that. Except for she did. "You know, I don't think I will give her a second chance. You know what could have happened, Mamie, if Rosier was nearby? I could have been tortured. I could have been killed." Ash had never wanted to punch somebody more, and yet she abstained. She couldn't hurt Mamie. She just couldn't. "Mamie, I've said that nobody cares about me so many times. You wouldn't even know. But I have never believed it more than I do right now." And Ash would not hurt Mamie. She would not break down in front of Mamie. She would not crumple to the ground, or throw things, or call Mamie mean names. All she would do was stare. Stare across the table with her empty-looking eyes. Her deep brown eyes. Full of hurt. Full of betrayal. For once, full of surprise. Full of memories. Ash felt like she was a fragile glass sculpture, and Mamie was crushing her into a million pieces. But she couldn't even respond. For once in her life, Ash had nothing she wanted to say. Or do. She just wanted to cry into someone else's shoulder. And there was nobody there. Her friends had always been there for her. Even last year. And now they weren't. Ash didn't know what to do. She just felt so helpless and hopeless and alone. One tear slid down her cheek. And another. And another. And she still did not say anything. The silent tears just kept coming. Continuing on and on, making the word blurry and confusing. And the tears continued, dripping down her shirt and onto her art and the floor and the table and everywhere.