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Old 12-08-2009, 11:47 PM   #121 (permalink)
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"In-sen-dee-oh."

"In-sen-dee-oh."

"In-sen-dee-oh."

The little Hufflepuff continued to whisper the charm in a forlorn, tiny voice. She didn't want to do this. She really didn't. Wesley had never killed a plant before. Her Flitterbloom was wilting sadly on her nightstand; no matter how much coaxing she did. Wesley had even upped the water, so much that the liquid was visible by about a centimeter above the soil. She didn't know what she was doing wrong. But, no matter how limp the plant had become, it was still alive.

Wesley didn't want to become a plant killer. This was almost as bad as that-one-potion-she-had-promised-to-never-mention-again. Correction, it was worse.

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Jake wasn't entirely sure how much later it was, but he'd sure taken his time and was probably more like twenty minutes rather than ten, but he HAD spent a while deliberating whether or not it was safe to go back or not.

He had, of course, realised he might be in trouble if he didn't go back, and so he went.

Now Jake stood, scowling beside the trap door, for he was suddenly and inexplicably CERTAIN that he would not be allowed to climb that stupid tree. And for this, he just stood and scowled up at everyone, his face stormy, arms folded across his chest.

He would not kill the plant, would not go closer. And as if to illustrate this, Jake turned and stood not with his back to everyone else but his side.

Jake Upstead was now in a bad mood.
So when Jake appeared and showed defiance openly, Wesley wasn't very surprised. She understood; it still made her feel sadder.

But what could she say? 'It's okay?' 'You're not really going to kill it?' 'You don't have to do it?' No. Those where lies. It was not okay, and they where going to kill it, and unless they wanted to end up in the scary dungeons in detention, they where going to have to do it.

So she reached out a tiny hand, and, standing on her tippy toes, tentatively patted him on the shoulder, offering a small smile he probably couldn't see.

Then she returned to spell chanting.
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