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hermygirl
Nia sat there, now really unsure what to do. He didn't seem to react at all. Well, at least now visibly from Nia's point of view. She continued to rub his shoulders, hoping if nothing else it might have a relaxing effect. Nia might be good on the quidditch pitch or in class, but at this minute she felt completely out of her depth.
Leaning across to eat a spoonful of stew - despite the fact she no longer seemed hungry - Nia looked down at Elan in her lap. He'd given no clues what was up, and she wondering whether if he had wanted to find her, or just stumbled across her by chance. "Elan?" she whispered. "Elan? I want to help. Please tell me what's wrong."
Elan knew that his behavior was really getting a bit on the dramatic side and so he attempted to gather himself into a more presentable manner. He lifted his head from her shoulder and wiped his tears with the sleeve of his coat. "Well, I've had a bit o' trouble at home and I'm....." he didn't know how to tell her all the horrible things that had happened and he was just grateful for the company.