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Here's the next part! Please reply!  Coralie sat down on her bed. Her apron laid in a heap on the floor, and a couple rags were laying next to her.
She slipped her dress to around her waist and stared down at the large purple bruise on her side. Standing up, she moved over to the mirror on the table. She twisted around to look at the damage on her back. Long scratches criss crossed on her shoulder blades, and a few large bruises covered the rest. Coralie shifted her attention to her face. She dabbed at her tear streaked cheeks, which took off some caked blood and dirt.
Her reflection looked back at her pitifully. Sighing, Coralie pulled her dress back up. Blood was seeping through the back, but there was nothing she could do about that.
She wrapped some of the rags around her arms, where some more scratches were. At least she could do something about that.
Coralie picked up her apron and put it on. She slipped the rest of the rags into her pocket, just in case. With some pestering from his mum, Jaxon put his wand into his back pocket then left his house at sunset. He looked back at his cozy, little home, then set forth onto the dirt road that led to his neighbor’s house.
He continued to walk, and hugged his jacket closer around him. Jaxon didn’t know what to expect. He had seen how Coralie was so afraid, and how the brother had acted. He paused at the edge of the overgrown lawn of the Davids’s.
The house sat in the middle of the yard. Trees flanked either side of it, and the hedges and shrubs were wild and almost unrecognizable. What surprised him though, was the condition of the house.
It looked dilapidated, with a roof missing a lot of shingles and a door that was barely on it’s hinges. The house was made of stone, and the roof was a deep grey. The windows were covered in dirt, and one had a spiderweb of cracks on it, as if someone had thrown something at the glass.
The woods were thicker in the back of the property. It was thinned near the road, and Jaxon thought it would be better if it were the opposite so that nobody could see the sad looking house.
He stepped onto the brown grass and marched up to the front door. Coralie heard the knock on the door from the cellar. She limped up the steps and walked towards the front door. She passed her father, who was sitting in a patched up recliner with the Daily Prophet in his hand. He didn’t even look up as she passed. Christopher and Carson were somewhere on the second floor of the house. Each were probably in their room, Carson doing whatever, and Christopher using the water that he needed earlier that day.
Coralie cracked open the door and peered around it. Jaxon stood on the porch. He was looking down at where he was standing, and was shifting his position often, as if he were afraid he would fall right through the floor boards.
“Jaxon,” she whispered, “What are you doing here?”
He looked up at her voice.
“I… uh…” he seemed to be confused and didn’t know what to say.
Coralie opened the door further.
“What happened to you?” he asked.
Jaxon’s eyes traced over the blood on her face.
“I can’t talk now and your gonna get me in trouble. What do you want?” she mumbled.
“Fancy a walk?” he asked quietly.
Coralie looked around behind her, then turned back and bit her lip.
“I don’t know.” she said hesitantly.
“Just a short one.” he coaxed.
“Um… hold on.”
Coralie went back into the house.
“I’m going outside for a bit. I’ll be back soon.” she said to her father.
As expected, Charles grunted in response, his eyes not leaving the paper.
She left the house and closed the door behind her.
“Don’t you need a jacket?” he asked.
Coralie shrugged. “I don’t have one.”
The girl tried to stay a little behind Jaxon. She didn’t want him questioning the red spots on her back.
Her hands slipped into the pockets of her apron. In one, she felt the rough cloth of the rags underneath her fingers.
“Aren’t you cold?” he asked.
Coralie breathed in the chilly autumn air, “Not really.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah,” she murmured.
After a minute of silence, Coralie realized they were on the dirt road.
“Where are we going?” she said.
“Dunno. Wherever, I guess.”
The squib looked between him and her surroundings.
“I never really left the house before.” she finally said.
“Never?” he asked credulously.
She shook her head.
They continued walking, neither speaking much.
“Can you tell me what happened? I saw you this morning and you looked fine. Now…” he cut off.
“It’s nothing.” she said.
“Nothing? Coralie, your hurt.” he pointed out.
She looked up at the boy. It was the first time someone said her name and there wasn’t a trace of anger in it.
“I’m fine.” she stated.
“Come on. We’ll go back to my house, and you can get cleaned up.”
“What?” she stopped dead in the road.
“Come on.” he repeated, “You can meet my family.”
She didn’t reply, but her face turned a lighter shade. Jaxon took her hand and pulled her forward. K, tell me what you think! 
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~o0o~ But there you were, standing in your own corner
Your eyes were wide, tired, fading just like mine
We could be the best of friends I’m sure of it
But I’m too shy to cross this crowded room besides
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I’m not here, no one sees me
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I’m by myself, please excuse me
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