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I found a stray cat in Hogsmeade!
One last day in the infirmary -Open
Samandriel lay back in his bed. Only a few more hours until he could leave the infirmary. His wounds were mostly healed, though they were still a little pink. He would have scars, even with magical healing.
And his mind. That would be scarred too. Especially after all the letters he had recently received.
He looked up suddenly as someone entered the infirmary.
Er, Amy is forcing me to do this against my will.
She says I need to make friends, so, uh,
It's a difficult time for everyone...
If any of you need to talk, my door's always open.
Concerns and Worries || OPEN - MAINLY FOR SLYTHERIN STUDENTS
Harold sat in his office thinking about Irene Adler, she'd been a good student, she hadn't ever caused him problems... He attempted to neaten his desk, he generally - as a rule - did not wish death upon anyone. He wondered if any students would actually come to him or if they'd just sit and mull over things on their own. Slytherin's seemed to always keep their concerns to themselves, opening up was not their forte but he knew they still had problems all the same. The door clicked open and he looked up to see who it might be.
Office Open || OPEN
Harold sat in his office, he had very little to do, all papers were graded, all owls were sent... The detentions he could be bothered to do were over with, and he didn't particularly feel like calling any more of the irritations in to waste his time. He heard the door click open glancing over to see who it was.
Alone || OPEN
Jack sat up in the astronomy tower, leaning over the edge and looking down, he wondered how far it would be if he fell... if it would actually hurt... and if it did... how much? How long would it take him to hit the floor... How quickly would everything be over? He groaned taking in a deep breath and pulling himself back into the tower. Now was not the time to be thinking like that... He heard footsteps behind him, he didn't bother turning he just stood staring out the window, whoever it was would talk to him if they wanted to... and if they didn't... they'd just ignore him.