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Lockhartian · 05-28-2013, 03:03 AM

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Originally Posted by Eriin

Garrick's blood was still boiling, tears had welled up a bit, but he was choking down the rage as he made his way to his favorite seat at the stained glass windows. Rummaging through his rucksack he extracted parchment, his quill, an ink well, and the letter his mum had written to him. Tossing it all on the table he flopped into the seat and sat watching it all with a surly face on. Did he want to do this? Go home. SIGHS.

Wait.

Lottie had actually smiled at him and waved from the bookshelves, but... he hadn't seen her, right? That was the only possible explanation, even if he looked, well, VERY upset. Incredibly upset.

She couldn't read people too well, actually, but there was something going on, right? Right. And, for a small fraction of time she thought it was best to leave him alone, let him deal with whatever he was dealing on his own, but... maybe she could help?

Which is why she walked toward him, totally aware that perhaps she might listen to something she wouldn't want to listen... or... the opposite.

"Hi," she said, giving him a small smile while clutching a book - its title already forgotten - "Are you alright?" We sort of knew the answer to that, based on the way he looked.

05-28-2013, 03:03 AM	#28 (permalink)
Lockhartian Kappa Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: The Eyrie Posts: 14,982 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ashton P. Walker First Year x11 x11	Eagle Eye [⅓ Badger Trio] Felon & Kafka ♥ Gilderoy Lockhart <3 [TEAM 947!] Quote: Originally Posted by Eriin Garrick's blood was still boiling, tears had welled up a bit, but he was choking down the rage as he made his way to his favorite seat at the stained glass windows. Rummaging through his rucksack he extracted parchment, his quill, an ink well, and the letter his mum had written to him. Tossing it all on the table he flopped into the seat and sat watching it all with a surly face on. Did he want to do this? Go home. SIGHS. Wait. Lottie had actually smiled at him and waved from the bookshelves, but... he hadn't seen her, right? That was the only possible explanation, even if he looked, well, VERY upset. Incredibly upset. She couldn't read people too well, actually, but there was something going on, right? Right. And, for a small fraction of time she thought it was best to leave him alone, let him deal with whatever he was dealing on his own, but... maybe she could help? Which is why she walked toward him, totally aware that perhaps she might listen to something she wouldn't want to listen... or... the opposite. "Hi," she said, giving him a small smile while clutching a book - its title already forgotten - "Are you alright?" We sort of knew the answer to that, based on the way he looked.