February 28th, 1888 - Corridors

Sweetie did not like dealing with other people very much today. However well her classes went, she had also had another encounter with her former friends. Even now, they were cruel monsters, and she could not stand them anymore. But they had once again won in effecting her. Having left the room on the verge of tears, she was trying to calm down. One never knew when a meddlesome Ravenclaw Prefect could come wandering down the hall. That was just what she needed, a lecture and crazed ramblings.

Having rushed to the nearest bathroom, she had cried for a few decent minutes, and was glad for it to have been right before dinner, and not before a class. Still, once heading towards the exit of the bathroom, she had made up her mind that she was going to skip dinner. The Common Room sounded like a much more inviting place, with absolutely no one to make fun of her puffy, obviously post-crying, eyes. Also, avoiding of a round two was another good idea that made the Common Room sound oh so inviting. Taking a deep breath, she was walking out of the bathroom, and turned a corner just in time to bump right into someone.

Now was certainly not the time for this. If only Crystal had been in that class with her, at least the fellow Slytherin would be by her side and able to speak for her. Taking a deep breath, she looked up just in time to catch her own brother's eyes. A full wave of new hurt, and tears, was threatening to come out. Oh, she could not deal with him, not him. Hadn't she already been through enough? Her mind could not really handle more crying, but that was exactly what her eyes wanted. Still, she was speechless, and obviously on the verge of crying once more, for two reasons now.

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