Puffskein
Join Date: Apr 2009 Location: (GMT -5)
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Fern Quimbley Third Year | Lori, Sarah, Trixie, Zoe (and Brielle too!) <3 Maybe last post for the night "I'mmanawdea," the Hufflepuff managed to say through a mouthful of tears and messed up hair, nodding her head up and down. She tried to laugh, but it came out like she was choking. "Y-you c-could f-flunk your N-N-NEWTS, and r-retake y-your s-seventh year. A-and f-fail again, and then I-I could catchuptoyou,andwecouldbeseventhyearsforever," Wesley offered, stutter-sobbing before dropping into a fast mumbled response. She knew it wasn't a good suggestion. She wanted Sarah and Lori to do well, not fail. And, the idea of them all being fifty-something-year-olds among tweens and young adults, well, even Wesley had to admit was a little rediculous. Besides, the tests were over, and the fifth year just knew Sarah and Lori had done terrific. They would graduate for sure. And she couldn't stop them.
Wesley hugged the two girls tighter, as if by doing so she could stop time and keep them close forever. "M-me, too, T-tall!K-kid. I-I'll miss y-you too," she replied to Lori. Wesley knew it was the truth; she could feel it under her ribbones, in the little cave where her crushed up, ripped-open heart lived. She was missing Lori already, and school wasn't even over. "Promise?" Wesley asked, looking up at Sarah through blurry eyes, only to see the older girl crying.
Oh no, no, no. "Sarah - d-don't cry!" she pleaded, reaching a hand towards her in a poor attempt to wipe off her wet cheeks. Handkerchief! Where were Wesley's handkerchiefs? The short Hufflepuff fumbled for her pockets, only to realize her robe was, as it had been for quite some time, inside out. Detangling from the hug around the same time as Sarah pulled away, Wesley brushed back her tangled hair and pulled her robe off, flipping it around and digging inside her pocket.
But the handkerchief wasn't there. In her distress, the Hufflepuff had forgotten to slip one in. Wesley's bottom lip wobbled. She couldn't even remember the last time she'd been without a spair tissue. Not in the last 3 years, at least. Today was just, not a good day.
Shaking her head, loosing her untied tie in the motion, the Hufflepuff looked up and watched the scene unfold. Wesley had never seen the Slytherin girl before, and yet, she felt like she knew her. In her red eyes and sad smile, her shy offering, Wesley understood, connected by mutual sorrow.
She liked the girl - and her creativity. Any guilt over having not prepared a present (and, Merlin knows, there was a lot of it) was overpowered by the appreciation of what this older student offered. It was more than the pretty little gift, it was the love she gave with it. And as hard as it was to listen to Sarah sob, Wesley remained seated, determined not to ruin the moment.
Instead, she turned to looked at the boy and gave him a sad, but never-the-less friendly, smile. Maybe he had a handkerchief.
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