 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
Her book lay forgotten on the nightstand, replaced by the heavy presence of Bryony's distress. The air in the dorm felt thicker somehow, as if filled with the weight of unsaid words and unresolved feelings. Gilly wasn't sure how to proceed, especially after being told that whatever was wrong was something that she probably didn't want to hear. Did this have to do with what she suspected?
"Maybe," she began softly, her voice a gentle murmur. Her eyes wandered back to her book for a moment, considering a return to the theories of numerology and grammatical structures. Gilly knew that she was out of her depth—she was better with books than with people. The silence stretched out as she watched Bryony's covered form, but the curly-haired brunette shifted on her bed, getting no more closer to the book on her nightstand.
Bryony's pain was palpable, and she couldn't just ignore it. "But you won't know unless you try. Sometimes, talking helps. Even if it's to get the thoughts out of your head. You don't have to go through this alone if you don't want to." Her words were careful, measured, trying to convey understanding and patience.
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