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[h3][center] [color=2e3192]Theodorus Woodward[/color]/17/7th Year[/center][/h3]

[center]Theo didn't want to answer her simple question of it just being an empty book. His throat felt dry as he felt the lie he wanted to spit out getting lodged inside. How could he manage to lie to someone he considered a close friend? With the words being caught in the back of his throat, he pressed his face a little closer to her, now fully realizing the situation he had been brought into.[/center]

[center]He had a diary, one that belonged to quite possibly one of the most evil men in the world, and he was afraid. He was terrified of the knowledge that it held. Yet, his intrigued started to grow more and more. What if this was the thing he needed to study to gain better understanding of the evils that people seemed to be so set to commit. Feeling the broom kick off the ground, he felt his grip around her tighten just a tiny smidgen more. In the back of his mind, he was berating himself for not trying to push for something more with Morganna, but he felt she couldn't see him past the nerdy bookworm he was.[/center]

[center]Feeling her next probing question, the look she was giving him. The way her hand was softly placed against his chest. He felt some heat build in his cheeks for a singular moment, and then in the next, Chandler, bless the boy, had broken the thoughts. Once more, he was tore from any thoughts as he was being dragged once more away from the spot he had been standing in.[/center]

[center]Though, that wasn't long before they come into contact with another person, one that seemed to be in pain. [b][color=2e3192]”Hey, are you alright? Help me with her Morganna.”[/color][/b] He moved to try and help the student that was struggling to even stand at this point.[/center]


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[h3][center][color=9e0b0f]Victoria[/color] [color=1a7b30]Ashcroft[/color]/16/6th Year[/center][/h3]

[center]Pain. That was all that she could feel at the moment. Pain from the fact the man that dared to call himself her father would resort to such an act against someone that was his daughter. Pain from the torment that had been afflicted upon her body. Pain from the fact that Vanessa had thought this was a good idea in the first place. She felt hot tears stream down her face, ruining the makeup that she had taken the time to apply this very morning. [/center]

[center]Everything seemed to rush back to her as she was stumbling through the main hallway of the school. Suddenly she felt like she had interrupted a moment. Another boy and girl had seemed to be entering the school, and then [i]his[/i] voice seemed to echo all over the hallway. Anger boiled in her veins, but it couldn't override the pain she was in. The girl had been determined to ignore Chandler, and that had made her want to smile, yet nothing seemed to change about the grimace on her face.[/center]

[center]Then she felt the other boy catch her and help her balance. Knowing the situation, she kept her mouth shut. She could only imagine what that man would do if he was to find out she had spread such a rumor around the school. [b][color=9e0b0f]”I... I...w...was at..attacked.. fr..frrrom be...behind.”[/color][/b] She forced out, barely able to speak from the intense overwhelming feeling of tightness in her throat from the screaming she had just been doing. If only the man hadn't made sure the walls had been soundproofed. She found herself lose complete balance, falling more into the other girl than the new boy.[/center]

[center]Then her eyes met Chandler's as she felt like she wanted to glare at him, yet she couldn't force the defiant look to cross her face. No, all she could muster was this week pathetic look that she hated. She hated that she had been reduced to this. More tears started to from in her eyes, as she couldn't believe that she looked like this in front of [i]him[/i] of all people.[/center]

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[h3][color=f26522][b]Professor[/b] Vicktor Spurling[/color]/41[/h3][/center]

[center]It didn't take Vicktor long to reason just how much he had really messed up in how he was speaking. He realized just how it had come off as he felt a soft sigh escape his lips. He wasn't exactly the king of subtle, more the type to directly approach the topics head-on. This outcome should have been seen from a mile away, yet for some reason it had been the last reaction he had expected. [/center]

[center][b][color=f26522]”I just told you I didn't think you had anything to do with it.”[/color][/b] His voice trailed off a bit as he knew that them screaming at each other would do neither of them any good. Shaking his head, he knew she was right. Instead of being a colleague, he had chosen to be the Auror. He felt a smidgen of anger towards himself run through his body. [b][color=f26522]”You are right of course. I should have, and I apologize for not.[/color][/b][/center]

[center][b][color=f26522]”It's my job to worry about everything going on around us. I'm worried about our students, and our other teachers. Something feels off, and I don't like it. I like knowing what is going on, not this... it's almost like we are cut off from the outside while here. Of course we get news, but not nearly as fast as we would out there.”[/color][/b] Vicktor felt his voice trail off towards the end of his little explanation.[/center]

[center][b][color=f26522]”I don't want to see anymore dead bodies because someone decided we needed to have another Dark Lord, 'Nessa.”[/color][/b] His eyes seemed to grow heavier for the moment, the years at the Auror job really showing for a brief moment. The weight of the school seemed to be placed on his shoulders. Looking up and into her eyes, for the smallest of moments, he was looking for her to help ease the burden of everything going on.[/center]