 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
Gilly hesitated, hearing the muffled response from beneath the blankets. She was not one to pry, but Bryony's tone held a depth of despair that was hard to ignore. This was a stark contrast to the usual Bryony she knew. Everything's terrible... The words lingered in the quiet dorm room.
The silence that followed was thick with tension, the kind that made Gilly's heart beat a little faster in her chest. She wasn't used to this—comforting others, being the shoulder to lean on. But she was willing to try.
"Terrible?" she repeated as she carefully placed the book on her nightstand and scooted to the edge of her bed. She moved slowly, not wanting to startle Bryony. Despite her natural inclination towards solitude, she knew that sometimes a small gesture of concern could make a big difference. "Do you want to talk about it?"
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