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Post by ameliaprewett on Feb 22, 2011 20:49:25 GMT 1
Amelia wandered aimlessly around the trophy room. Sighing, she slid her back down a wall, to face on of the many empty displays, there wasn't many trophies yet. Mia wrapped her arms around her legs. Not many people went into the trophy room. So she found it was a... safe haven. She could just sit in silence, and be at peace. She lifted her shirt sleeve, to wince at the already dark bruise on her arm. She dropped it quickly. Having just returned from a visit to her family, she wanted peace and quiet. A place to re-collect herself.
(Title comes from Song - Concrete Angel by Martina McBride)
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Post by gwennan on Feb 23, 2011 6:20:13 GMT 1
All of a sudden the door leading to the trophy room swung open and an out of breath Gwenn stumbled inside. She hastily closed the door behind her and leaned with her back against it. Oblivious to the present company, she pressed her hands to her face and slid down to the ground. Gwennan was running away from Viktor. He had requested her but Gwenn was sick and tired of having her body constantly used by him. Because of Viktor she had lost her great love, her future husband and no longer behaved like the brave Gryffindor she used to be. |
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Post by ameliaprewett on Feb 23, 2011 18:06:13 GMT 1
Amelia was shocked as the door opened, but said nothing. She watched as Gwennan Gryffindor stumbled in, and pressed her hands to her face. She sighed quietly. Pushing herself up, she winced as a pain ran up her arm. It was evident in her face for only a second, and walked over to sit by Gwennan. "Are you okay?" she said softly. She didn't want to scare her. She looked in a worse state than Amelia was in. "Whats wrong?" she questioned her softly. Keeping her to her tone soft and gentle. Amelia liked to think she was good at helping people.
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Post by gwennan on Feb 23, 2011 18:41:08 GMT 1
As Gwenn buried her face in her hands, her long straight hair covered it like a curtain. She started sobbing quietly and only noticed that she was not alone in the room when she heard the sound of approaching footsteps. Fearing that it was Viktor, Gwennan pulled her knees up to her chest and turned slightly to the side. To her surprise a gentle female voice reached her ears. Gwenn loosened her hold on her knees and risked a glance in the girl's direction. To her relief it was Amelia, a Hufflepuff student, and not a Slytherin that could use her weakness against her. Gwenna wiped the tears away with the back of her hand and said softly, "I am fine. Thank you for asking." |
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Post by ameliaprewett on Feb 26, 2011 13:18:10 GMT 1
Amelia smiled at her gently. "Its okay" Amelia was a kind soul, and didn't like to see people upset. "You seemed a little... scared and upset before" she sighed "Sometimes a problem shared is a problem solved" she said gently. She ran her hand through her wavy hair, and leant her head back against the wall. "I come up here a lot, no one ever really comes in here" she said softly. "It's peaceful don't you think?" she asked her.
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Post by gwennan on Feb 26, 2011 14:44:28 GMT 1
Gwennan reached for a strand of hair and started twirling it around her forefinger, a trait she had picked up since Viktor started abusing her. She heaved a sigh, "In this case a problem shared would end in a catastrophe." The older Slytherin had often threatened to kill her or anyone who ever found out what he did to her. Gwennan listened in silence and gave a small nod. She smiled at Amelia and said, "It is peaceful. Although in all honesty I only stumbled inside here by chance." |
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Post by ameliaprewett on Mar 1, 2011 21:26:45 GMT 1
Amelia looked stumped for words, a little surprised. "Oh" she said simply. "That bad, huh" she said with a shrug. "I stumbled in here by accident a while back, I guess I just kept on coming back here when I needed to think" she explained to Gwennan softly. "I enjoy the peace of it, I think I'd rather be here than in a crowd of people, don't you agree?" she asked sweetly. She rubbed at her arm, trying to diffuse the pain running up it. She smiled at the gryffindor girl, sweetly.
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Post by gwennan on Mar 1, 2011 21:55:26 GMT 1
Gwennan nodded in response, although she did prefer crowds because Viktor was unlikely to abuse her in front of everyone. When they were in public, Viktor sometimes acted normal; like he used to before he had raped her for the first time. Gwenn watched Amelia rub her arm, the look of pain was evident in her eyes. "Would you like me to heal it for you?" she asked out of the blue. |
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Post by ameliaprewett on Mar 9, 2011 9:08:40 GMT 1
Amelia blinked at Gwennan's words. "Uh" she started unable to form words. She wanted the bruises gone, but she didn't want her family thinking she was weak and went crying to someone. "It's nothing" she finally said, softly. "It's okay, thank you for offering though" she smiled at Gwennan, she realised she should have just stuck with the pain, and not highlighted it like she had. She ran her hands through her hair. "Just an old bruise" she shrugged, lying as best she could.
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Post by gwennan on Mar 9, 2011 11:32:54 GMT 1
She had grown accustomed to struggling to lie to hide the true nature of her bruises; and that made it easier for her to see right through Amelia. Just in the same way she had chosen not to give the girl explanation, Amelia was doing the same with her. Although she wanted to help the Hufflepuff, Gwenn felt she should respect her wishes. She gave half a nod and replied, "Alright then..." She paused and bit her bottom lip for a second or so. "I am not a healer... but I have learnt some useful healing spells," she offered with a smile. A thought came to her mind and she added, "I can teach it to you... just to... you know... kill time?"
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