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Half-carrying Celandine towards the compliment box, Daphne tried her best not to look irritated. But she was irritated. Mostly at Borr but also at herself. Anyone else would have probably told Celandine no. No, we go get your arm fixed first but her best friend in the whole world was crying and hurt and in pain and...asking her to take her to the compliment box first.
Holding her up by the waist with one arm, she awkwardly reached for her school bag, throwing the flap open to reach in for a piece of parchment. Trapping a self-inking quill between two fingers of the same hand, she sort of dragged herself and Celly towards the table.
"Okay, baby Cela," she murmured, putting the parchment on the table and gingerly handing her the quill...would she be able to write with her good hand. "Here we are."
Sniffling and cradling her still very broken arm, Cela braced herself against the wall and used her good hand (yay for being left handed) to write a note.
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Lord Borr is a great man. He really makes me feel intelligent when he talks. He is really good at teaching students not to do things because he leads by example. His personality is unique and it explodes out of him, as anyone who spends time in his presence can attest.
Celandine Toussaint
Because Cela was certain that Borr probably had ways of knowing who dropped compliments in his box anyway, she signed her name.
"I'd write more but..." Cela whispered, showing the note to Daphne and making another little noise of pain. She awkwardly folded the note and shoved it into the box.