As Kassy seemed to panic, Harry stepped closer towards her, "hey, hey" he said, to direct her attention to him, "it will be okay." He met her eyes, and didn't loonaway. Despite the immunity Kassy seemed to have to his abilty, As well as anyone else, Harry didn't often meet people's eyes for more then a few seconds. "We will figure something out! You don't have to be afraid." He said, trying anything TK reassure her, but knowing he wasn't doing a good job

The voice of voices seemed to laugh, [color=6ecff6]'you can't do anything, Boy-o! You can't even help yourself!'[/color] he refused to react, except to think [i]Harry. My Name is Harry[/i] Everytime the voice spoke, Harry at times felt like everyone of the people he had...copied were pressing on him. His name helped.

"We...we could look, but that...seems foolish...maybe we could make another one?"
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Kassy stared at Harry's eyes, as long as she dated. She watched his gaze dart, and felt his mind wavering. "Whatever you're hearing is wrong, Harry. You know that, right?" She clasped his hands and squeezed them gently. A lot of the students didn't like the touch of her hands. They were very cold and unnaturally smooth, a clear sign of her inhumanity. Still, she figured Harry needed something kind. 

"I would love to be able to make another, but I don't know how this one was made." She was afraid to take it off, honestly. Everything in her told her not to. "I'm not sure what to do. Perhaps I can... call home." There was a weird feeling in her head, a dull pressure at the base of her skull. "I don't know." She winced and rubbed the back of her neck. "I want to sit."