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Post by abbeh on Apr 25, 2010 4:00:03 GMT
so yeah here comes the anger. lucy threw her trunk across the room, things went everywhere. luckily no one was there, everyone was in classes, she skipped, she felt herself heating up. she dropped down in her bed and screamed into her pillow. it was her fault, the reason why she wasn't a true weasley. she had done it from the start, pushing herself away, asking to be in slytherin, getting in trouble and ended up bitten. it was all her fault, and now it was getting to her. she had to scream again. why not end it? she had the chance with the virus, many died, she felt no remorse, but misfortune, she should have been one of them. but her body was able to keep the virus at bay, but it only made her transform early. she could have hurt so many people if it hadn't been for some professors running by.
lucy stood up. she was going to do something surprising. swollow her pride and ask for help or to talk. she knew they had a well trained counseler and even if she was a malfoy, lucy didn't care, the malfoy's had been pretty cool to her, well at least the son. she sighed and took in a deep breath before leaving the messy room and running down the stairs. she passed many classrooms and so many stairs until she came to the seventh floor, she paused before she opened the door and took a step inside. her anger got the best of her and she slammed it closed. before she looked around the plain room.
"you're smart, right? you studied so you can help messed up people, right?" she paused, "well i need help, i dunno what to do anymore." she said and for the first time in a long time, tears fell from her face. it was her first melt down, the strong one finally defeated, by her own family, but caused by her. she looked at the blond, "sorry, did i come at a bad time?" she asked finally noticing the woman was organizing things and looking through boxes. she just kind of sighed and turned around feeling like a fool and reached for the handle. |
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Post by astoriamalfoy on May 10, 2010 9:22:52 GMT
Astoria wasn't really focusing much on the office but rather on the fact she hadn't spoken to her husband in a few days. Giving her nothing more than worry rather than at least some solace she had been working overly hard. For once actually keeping focused instead of getting distracted, it was probably to do with several different students who seemed to float through her room. Already! She was absolutely thrilled some had taken the chance to give their trust to her despite that she was a Malfoy. Her husband for some time had been worried about the effect their last name could very well have on people, she on the other hand thought nothing of the fact. Maybe that's why some would slap their palms against their foreheads whenever she drew a conclusion of her own peaceful reckoning.
None the less Astoria still had a job to do and could reward herself by setting up sometime with her husband. Continually reminding herself that he could take care of himself and didn't need her hovering every night. Taking her mind of the thought she only leaned down a little to pet her dog currently tired from running around the castle like mad with a few of the first years. Astoria hadn't minded lending her animal as long as the dog was willing to go with the children, and it certainly took her mind of the burden of playing with the poor animal. Making a note on one of the files to ask the child a question she couldn't help but want to continue decorating. Today had been the day for a few of her favorite framed pictures of crayon her son had made for her when he was a child. Unbeknownst to him, she had kept them all with her even at the school office, and hoped he wouldn't react to badly to the surprise.
Scorpius had this thing about being a teenager almost insisting on the continuous unpredictability that most preferred for them to drop. Really nervous for him to come in and not complain about her putting up so many pictures, whether they were made by him or his very own likeness. Honestly her child was her treasure, just as her husband was, both were on display because she felt that was her greatest of riches. Either way this was when she noted a voice behind her, turning and nodding about to correct the girl looking almost miserable when she continued without hinderance. Soon reduced to tears Astoria moved to be a little closer to the girl from the corner she had situated herself in. Shaking her head at the girl's question, "Oh nonsense, please come in." Astoria's soft vocals played across the air with an obvious look of concern on her face as she ushered the girl to sit down. Moving the boxes of the couch for her to sit down with a wave of her wand, and clearing a small place on the table for the box of tissues to float down to. And she herself heading to her table and summoning a new patient journal from the bookshelf and a few other things as well. Hoping the girl had taken her offer to sit on the couch, and that she hadn't been to appalled by the state of the office, "Please excuse the mess." Astoria mentioned briefly for some sort of affect.
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