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StuffOfLegend 
Finn pondered. She liked that word: pondered. It sounded like "pond" and "ered" put together - it was pwetty. Unlike the blood which lay stained on the corridoor floor. The redhead fumbled about her pocket for her wand; Bradin's constant gagging at the sight of it was beginning to get to her - the boy literally had no backbone. Then again, she couldn't blame him; the sheer pain that he portrayed through his aching gaze told her more than enough.
She swallowed as he told her his story, biting back an angry yelp as the fated words rolled off his tongue. So what Bradin was feeling now was actually Justin's pain. She scowled for the first time in a very long time, her hazel eyes flashing with unstabled fury. It was all internal though; her feelings never really got past that wistful smile and unblinking gaze.
"But why you?" she asked quietly, letting her wand sweep elegantly over the blood-puddle, the tip leaving a trail of cleanliness behind it. "Why do you feel Justin's pain? Why not someone else?"
Bradin shrugged. He really had no idea. Only that it was the only way to shut him up, if he was in pain too. Besides, he and Justin were very close so it made sense that he would stick up for his best mate, making himself eligible for attacking.
"Me and Justin always stuck together. We always helped each other out, even in times like this. His dad got so annoyed with it, he ended up deciding to torture me too. He cursed me and here I am suffering from Justin's pain inflicted by his dad" he explained. He hated having to tell the story but it had to be told if he was going to get any help from anyone.