 Who Am I? Ern's 2460FUN
Kale Trent very much did not want group therapy. Look, he had a groovy therapist that he dug that he'd been seeing since he checked out of inpatient at St. Mungo's. And sure his fam bam went to a family therapist a few times this past summer. But the sixth year did not want to untangle his trauma in front of his peers. Like, that was his, thnx.
He l-l-loved that Hogwarts was putting some resources into taking care of students, but tbh he was still a little salty about their inaction last term. All of the adults had failed them and now they wanted to step into help? It felt a lil too late.
But Kale still waddled down to the grounds to do the therapy thing cuz he wanted be there to hold hands if anyone needed it. The blonde was a pretty superb hand-holder, if he did say so himself. And he had TWO hands. So double help.
Just forgive us, Pop-ster. Kale wasn't really down to talk to you about his own stuff. 'Sides she'd been around this summer cuz of his Dad and that was some weird cross pollination of trauma he did not want to think about, okay?
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