 connoisseur of comfort ❅ Crayola's Wibby Mrs Alex Turner ❅ Netflix and meow
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Originally Posted by Oesed  Willow had seen sad before. She'd met sad, as a matter of fact, but the truth was that she'd never really expected Clifford to look THIS sad - which is why she involuntarily flinched.
"No, I'm afraid I don't know what you are talking about." It was a bad thing, no doubt; Willow did not need to be a Ravenclaw to know that, for Clifford's expression and bitterness told her that much. "I don't really read those stuff." Hmmmm. "But, I, er, you can talk about it if you want?"
Or not. She was half hoping he didn't, but that was a bit ungrateful from her part - Clifford had been kind enough to listen her when she'd need to.
She didn't know what he was talking about.. she didn't know why he was sad.. she must've been the ONLY person in the whole castle that didn't know. Heck, he was pretty sure even the giant bloody squid knew a detailed account of what had happened.
"Meh, I don't wanna depress you too," Clifford mumbled, shrugging his shoulders sadly. If one less person knew, it was at least, one less person going on about it all the time. "Chocolate frog?" He offered, nudging the pile towards her and turning back to the wall.
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