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Blaise thought he'd be staring at the portrait for at least a few more hours but then there was a patronus that drew his attention. The boy turned to the silvery blue figure but hell if he could hear anything over the screaming.
Seconds later, nothing. The room had fallen eerily silent without Sophia's screams but even then, there was a harsh ringing noise resonating through his ears. Blaise had thought the end of it had come when the girl ceased but the ringing proved more painful in the new silence that had fallen among them.
The boy blinked at the Professor a few times, not sure what to make of it all. The man was speaking but it was quite....muffled. Why was he whispering? Leaving...something something....Sophia...something something...wand and then the man was gone. Blaise turned to the portrait again, not entirely sure what had just happened. Like the Professor, her lips were also moving but again the words were nothing louder than a murmur for the boy.
Why had the Professor left his wand? Why was she asking him to show her magic? Had the Professor really gone? Blaise rubbed at his ears, willing the ringing to end but it only caused them to hurt something fierce and that only added to the headache. Not really sure what to do, the boy walked to the door. A single tug proved his thoughts; locked. He looked to Sophia once more before drawing his wand. "Alohomora." His own words barely audible to him. Suffice to say he didn't hear the clicking of the lock when it opened but testing the lock yielded great results for the boy who now found himself staring out into the corridor. Yet another glance was spared at the girl before he simply stepped out.
Blaise couldn't have been gone more than a minute, two at most, when he returned with a floating quill and notepad trailing behind him. Back inside, he shut the door behind him then drew his wand again. "Colloportus." The boy nodded toward Sophia, flinching as the movement sent a jolt of discomfort through his head, but the nod served its purpose and the quill was now poised to record whatever she had to say. If he could hardly hear her, the next best thing was reading because she seemed to have a lot to say and no doubt so would the Professor when he finally got back from...wherever.
__________________ Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________
______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.
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