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Tomasina Riddle 
She had to cover her ears as whoever was in the stall wailed like a steam boat whistle. It sounded like Myrtle but this was a live person and now that pesky ghost.
She was going to be sick if whoever it was kept throwing up. She pulled her wand out of her pocket. "Alohomora," the door swung open to reveal Cela.
Paris looked at her in surprise she had never seen Cela in this state. She forgot her own woes. She was on her knees behind her holding her hair in a heartbeat. "Oh my god Cela what's wrong?" She asked.
Celandine retched again from the sobbing, though she wasn't actually vomiting anything. She took a deep breath and attempted to sit up, slumping against the wall almost straight away and sobbing some more.
"I br-oke u-u-u-p with Pl-ymouth."