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Originally Posted by astrocat The air here was thick. With pain, suffering, etc. Whatever. Ash did not want to be here anymore. But what was she going to do? She could not stay home and run from the wizarding world. If she wanted, her bodyguards would make it so. Make her hidden where nobody could find her. But after all this suffering, she felt like she had to stay. She wanted the last laugh. Clearly people would do anything to keep her out of the wizarding world, so she would prove them wrong. She may have hated Hogwarts and the cruelty that ran through it, but she hated Rosier and his crew more. Her mind was set. I am going... to... stay. A sad and happy sentence. A sentence that would lead to more pain, but maybe victory later. She looked over to the other tables and then down at hers. She rested her head on the table. Why was everything so hard? Painful? Why? Ashley Fox rested her head on the table, wondering if she made the right choice and if she had ever done anything to deserve this. Could they start the speech already? She wanted to eat and ignore her problems. Or cry. Whatever.
From her position at the Hufflepuff Table, Claudine had been keeping an eye out for Ashley. Heath too, but mainly Ashley, who she knew was not doing her best. Having spotted the younger girl after Ashley had taken a seat and put her head on the Table, Claudine had said a quick farewell to the Puffers with whom she’d been conversing with before heading over to the Ravenclaw Table.
As was her habit, she silently sidled up to Ashley and sat beside her. The fifth year slipped an arm around her friend’s shoulders. “We should have a girls day out this summer,’’ came her words after a short moment of silence. Because a girls day out is just what the two of them needed. |
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