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| astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf I feel ill.
Derf looked ill. Perhaps thankful on some level that he had skipped out somewhat on dinner - hence Maxton's hot chocolate being particularly potent in his nose - because if his stomach had been full, well, it would have likely been emptied by now. Or maybe that was all wishful thinking. Throwing up would have been a distraction from everything else he was thinking and feeling right now.
Which was why the sixth year was making no eye contact with anyone and was keeping them focused on his shoes. Looking up at the sky would only make things worse too, seeing the lunar eclipse would only cause his insides to knot more tightly and his palms to sweat. Though now that he was trying to do everything BUT think about the lunar eclipse...it was literally all he could think about now. The Hufflepuff knew very little about the science behind one, but he could recall a fair bit from his Divination textbook - that was always easier to maintain in the long run for some reason. Eclipses...harbingers of change...usher in evolution...culminations of emotional cycles that have run their course...a final purge of letting go of things and emotions that no longer serve us...
Yeah, this was not helping him at all and only making him feel all the more nauseous.
He said nothing in response to Jessa. Only silence. Willing this all to be over quickly and praying that he still had friends after the dust had settled.
__________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back.........................................
But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... 
The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony
My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like |
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