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BanaBatGirl · 01-26-2021, 02:36 AM

How did this go from bad to worse.

How.

Bernie gave up on the portrait, turning her burning blue eyes from the disappeared Winifred to the Rosier himself.

Not the Big Man. NOT the Head Man. DEFINITELY NOT the Headmaster man. She'd NEVER call him that. She peeked out from behind Phoebe's shoulder and immediately regretted.... everything. So so so this was how she was going to die, then? This was it?!? Bernie thought she could die a better death than this, surely?! Couldn't she go down swinging?!

She swallowed a lump in her throat, her eyes welling up (much like Kinsay's) because this...these... portraits were so very dry. And the worst part about dying wasn't even the dying; it was that her jaw was glued shut by the inquisitorial bubs so she wouldn't even get any last words.

She woulda let out a silent sob, if she coulda, but she couldn't. Not even when HealerProfessor Recard showed up to volunteer to punish them. Please, yes, punish them! NOT kill them! NOT KILL THEM WHEN SHE'D BEEN PUT ON SILENT!

Bernie communicated all of this with her frantic blue eyes, looking mostly like this like so:

01-26-2021, 02:36 AM	#35 (permalink)
BanaBatGirl Banshee Join Date: May 2007 Location: Gotham Posts: 51,216 Hogwarts RPG Name: TBD Gryffindor Hogwarts RPG Name: Zara H. Bunbury-Foster Slytherin Fifth Year	ah, the silent era Professor Pink \| Mrs. Bruce Wayne \| I'm on a Goat \| Glitterpuff \| Dumbledore's Defense Squad \| BHB How did this go from bad to worse. How. Bernie gave up on the portrait, turning her burning blue eyes from the disappeared Winifred to the Rosier himself. Not the Big Man. NOT the Head Man. DEFINITELY NOT the Headmaster man. She'd NEVER call him that. She peeked out from behind Phoebe's shoulder and immediately regretted.... everything. So so so this was how she was going to die, then? This was it?!? Bernie thought she could die a better death than this, surely?! Couldn't she go down swinging?! She swallowed a lump in her throat, her eyes welling up (much like Kinsay's) because this...these... portraits were so very dry. And the worst part about dying wasn't even the dying; it was that her jaw was glued shut by the inquisitorial bubs so she wouldn't even get any last words. She woulda let out a silent sob, if she coulda, but she couldn't. Not even when HealerProfessor Recard showed up to volunteer to punish them. Please, yes, punish them! NOT kill them! NOT KILL THEM WHEN SHE'D BEEN PUT ON SILENT! Bernie communicated all of this with her frantic blue eyes, looking mostly like this like so: __________________ yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind