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Post by Tamis Raynor on Jun 25, 2007 21:38:37 GMT -5
For the moment, Raynor let what she saw go. Krissy had explained that she came into the room and it was "trashed", that much was obvious, but the Hufflepuff was littered with the small shards, scrapped with it as if she had tried to decorate herself with it. It was doubtful that such had been her intentions. A further inspection of the girl would probably reveal either defensive wounds from herself... or from Arianna.
Her eyes took in both faces and the idea was immediately stricken from her mind. The obvious evidence, the way the glass had been disturbed, it all suggested a scuffle. But they were both grief-torn, wide-eyed, and horribly shaken. And, for as long as the Deputy could remember, they had been friends. This was the cliche ending to an aggressive battle that would have shattered the trophy room. Something violent had occurred, but there was either a decent explanation or a third unknown party. Given the seventh years mental conditions... she was leaning towards the latter. But that would be dealt with in due time.
A sigh of relief escaped softly from Tamis' lips. Breathing mellowed and the rivets of tears slowed. All in all, Arianna was coming back from where ever she had gone. She was okay. A burden lifted from Raynor's shoulders over mixed reasoning. They could not afford for another student suffering from injuries. It was not the most sympathetic concern, true, but one that an administrator such as herself had to keep foremost in her mind.
"Please, let me go home. I don't want to be here anymore."
Words filled with such a devastation that the Professor had to steel her heart to keep it from breaking. The Deputy did not know what happened, but she increasingly wanted to find out.
Instead, she went with gentle humor rather than curiosity and frustration. Releasing Arianna's wrist, Raynor forced the corners of her lips to stretch into a smile. "So, that is why my trophy room is in shambles? The kitchens would have been better you know, less valuable items. Or my office, plenty of useless garbage I would have been happy to be rid of." The smile was shockingly motherly, an emotion Tamis had been coping with ever since the arrival of Leah.
Then with another critical evaluation of the Ravenclaw, Raynor sombered. "Why do you want to go home, Miss-- Shriver?" Always unsure what name to use with the girl.
She sent a questioning glance over Ari's head, silently asking Krissy about the Hufflepuff's own current condition.
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Post by arianna on Jun 25, 2007 23:38:46 GMT -5
The young woman barely caught what Raynor was saying. Trophy room? Kitchens? Was that where she was? Arianna couldn't remember. She'd been in the library only moments earlier before everything got kind of blurry. None of what Raynor said was clicking in her mind except Raynor's last question, "Why do you want to go home?"
"I want my mum," Arianna cried in that still soft voice. A pitiful prayer for one nearly an adult, to wish for one's mother to be near and envelop her in a warm hug, ensuring her that everything would be okay. Those huddled nearby might have scoffed and laughed at the poor Ravenclaw, for why would a teenager need her mum and dad to make everything better? None of them knew, though, what Arianna was going through. Perhaps if they did, they too would want their mums. Arianna would give anything at that moment to be home, in her own bed, her mum bringing her warm tea and singing her softly to sleep. Anything to be away from the hurt and betrayal she felt now, at the hands of her own best friend.
"Please, let me go home," Arianna repeated, her words now pleading for whatever grace the woman might give her. If anyone cared, they would let Arianna go; away from the hurt and loneliness. "I want my mum. I want my dad. I want to be home."
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Post by Krissy Fleming on Jul 2, 2007 23:43:16 GMT -5
Krissy was glad to see her best friend getting better.. if she could call Arianna her best friend any more. Ari seemed to hate her, to want nothing more for her to go away and rot in hell and die. Infact the girl herself had tried to stragle Krissy. Krissy really didn't know what to do. She felt out of place in this room. Professor Raynor and Ari together, Raynor setteling Ari down. While Krissy herself sat a distance away like a criminal, bleed seeping slightly out of her hands which were leaning on glass, pushing it further into her hands. Yet she wasn't going to move. She wasn't going to leave. What was the point. Raynor would come find her anyway...
It would probably be classified as all her fault... and what if Ari told Raynor what she thought about Krissy. About the Deva. Would she be taken away? Locked up in prison? Questioned over and over about the movements of an organisation which she knew nothing about? And what then? She would probably have to stay in prison forever. Although... at least then there would be a reason as to why she hadn't heard from Pat... If what Ari was saying was true she'd probably deserve to be locked away too. But Krissy didn't know what Ari was talking about. Her bad dream kept running through her mind, Ari's face pushing its way in there.
Krissy hadn't state the need to go home, it had been to quiet and Krissy too far away. However she did hear Raynor's response... Ari wanted to leave? Krissy's face fell some more. If that was even possible. She heard Ari saying she wanted her mom. krissy also spotted the deputy's glance, checking to see if she was okay. Krissy put on a face that showed she was fine, although the deputy might have caught the look on her face moments before which stated completely the opposite. But Krissy didn't need help. Ari needed the hepl and Krissy knew Ari needed Raynor. Krissy would be fine.. Even though it felt as though no-one really cared at all Krissy was still putting Ari's wel being in front of her's... although it was likely that wouldn't be noticed.
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Post by Tamis Raynor on Jul 12, 2007 13:55:13 GMT -5
The one thing that the Deputy always maintained with her students was a distinct barrier; a barrier that clearly defined herself an educator and them the pupils that she taught and nothing more. Sometimes she talked on a more personable level, sometimes she joked with them, and helped them through difficult times; that defined wall remained. But now, hearing such a heart breaking shatter in the Ravenclaws voice... a woman on the brink of adulthood reduced to whimpers for her mother...
The door to the trophy room slammed shut in the faces of the anxious onlookers. Not caring if the girl did struggle, Raynor readjusted her hold on her and then pulled her to her in an embrace. Sometimes, a person just needed to be held. Growing up, Raynor had longed for a touch of a mother, someone to tell her everything was going to be okay. She had learned to deal without it, but she had still needed it. While she wasn't the girl's mother, she could still offer some amount of comfort.
"Its going to be okay, Ari. You are safe, I promise," she said. And she meant it. As long as she was in the castle, she wasn't going to let another student fall into harmful hands again. "You are of age. If you want to go home, that is your choice. But I wish you would stay."
There was much more to this than what was readily visible to the eye. The worry and haggard glaze to Krissy's eyes and the strain in her attempts to prove that she was indeed not harmed. She considered the Hufflepuff over the Ravenclaw's head again. The young woman might be fine physically, but she might very well be as near the breaking point as Arianna was. If Raynor had been a bigger woman, she would have tried to draw Krissy to as well. But however much she told them it was all okay, could she truly even believe herself?
Raynor did not know what had happened to them; what had brought the trophy room down about their ears and placed a noticeable rift between the two girls. She did not know, but would find out... but could she protect them? No, she couldn't. Which was why she was trying so hard to teach them how to protect themselves. There was a nasty world out there, a world getting crueler by the day, and Raynor had a feeling they had both been delivered their first taste of it.
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Post by arianna on Jul 15, 2007 1:04:20 GMT -5
Arianna buried her head against the woman's chest, her tears falling uncontrollably. Though the voice and the way Raynor held her was far from her mum's comforting embrace, something in Arianna's confused and muddled brain told her that was where she was. Her mum had somehow found her way to Arianna and now held her, promising her nightmares would go away.
"She was there, mum," the girl moaned during a pause in her crying. Arianna was so certain of it. No one could tell her Krissy had not been in that ambulance. No one could tell her that her best friend had been the one standing there, looking down at her as she lay drugged and in pain. Krissy hadn't helped her. Hadn't tried at all. She had only been there to drag whatever information she could out of Arianna, for the Deva. "She was with them. She's one of them."
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Post by Krissy Fleming on Jul 18, 2007 7:07:00 GMT -5
The bang as the door's closed made Krissy jump, some of the glass already wedged into her hands dug in deeper to her hands as she freaked out slightly. She winced, but that was the only sign of anything wrong that she allowed to be seen. Even that in her mind was too much. She wanted Raynor to do exactely what she was, look after Ari, not after her. However as Ari spoke Krissy now needed to speak. What if Raynor believed Ari? What if she thought Krissy really did have something to do with Ari's car crash. She wouldn't really believe her... would she?
"I don't even know what they are!" Krissy said suddenly, the panic obvious in her voice. She didn't want to be sent to prison for something she was sure she could not have possibly been a part of. "I wasn't there! I don't even know what happened!" Krissy was panicking now. Raynor was Ravenclaws head of house and she was sure to believe Ari over herself. Even with such a delusional story as Krissy being involved in Ari's crash.
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