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 Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 10:52 am
Anger was washed away by confusion and uncertainty. When he tried to do or feel something that would lead to him justifying and maintaining his anger, or struggling with it, she wiped it away with a few words. But he was just a teenager, trying to get a rise out of her, complaining to her, using her as an outlet, a counselor, a sympathetic adult, reaching out, doing what teenagers do without realizing he was doing it.
"....sure." He said finally, not knowing how to respond to the first part, embarassed by it. He was Dev... Dev wasn't the...the sappy one or.... - ".... he'll probably come. For the points."
He didn't know what else to say, felt awkward now, didn't like her... maybe 'seeing' him. Of course it was ridiculous to think she'd be able to... 'tell,' but still...- "Can I go now? ... please?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 11:04 am
"Sure," she murmured, her slow feminine smile tinted by deep shades of adult understanding and friendly sympathy. "Just try and keep with your kinder side and avoid violent fistfights over manly honor at least until tomorrow, hmm?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 11:13 am
"Yeah." He replied simply, in the affirmative. He stood, bony shoulders slightly hunched. "I'll probably be in the Hospital wing all night anyways, the potions make me tired."
He sniffed awkwardly, and turned to leave, pushing the office door open with his elbow.
"Er.... thanks, Professor." He said quickly, before leaving the office and letting the door shut behind him.
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Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 11:21 am
London watches the door drift shut in the boy's wake with half-lidded eyes and a lingering smile. "Cute kid," she murmurs, turning back to her stack of paperwork with its sloppy notes sprawled across the margins.
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