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Tanith shook her head before he could finish speaking, already feeling horrible. "No, no, I- it's fine, I shouldn't be relying on-" She took a breath, hugging her books tightly to her chest. "I'm sorry for my misconduct, Professor," She managed softly, taking a tiny step back. "I didn't mean to...

Tanith shook her head. "I don't want to talk to anyone," She muttered- no one that was here, anyway. She was about to protest that she was having detention with her, but she didn't have the chance before she figured it out. Tanith shook her head again, curled up as tight as she could manage. "I...

Tanith sighed and sat up, not noticing at first she'd moved away from the hand he'd had on her head. She ran her own hand over her hair, feeling a little worse without the comfort. "It doesn't matter," she murmured, taking a few deep breaths. "I can't keep worrying about this, I have to get over...

Tanith couldn't help but let out a little choked laugh. "Is it bad that I hope they're dead?" She whispered, sniffling as a few stubborn tears leaked out. "If they're dead, then they didn't just leave. If they're dead, it's not my fault. The boys were still just too cute and too little, and my...

Tanith let out another heavy sigh. "Professor Le Fey made me talk to her after I threw the tea cup," She muttered. She didn't move, too focused on trying not to look like a complete idiot. "It's stupid- I'm stupid. Our parents are gone, my oldest sisters are busy raising the rest of us, and...

Tanith sighed again. "I already apologized for throwing the teacup in Divination," She mumbled. "It's not my fault, okay, we don't need any more babies." She took a breath, fighting the stubborn tears that sprung up every time she thought of it. "They- they have to be dead, alright, there can't...

Tanith's attention was drawn by a passing Professor. She glanced to him, face dull. "I'm fine," She replied woodenly, eyes going back to the shelves. Not that she really saw anything. "It's all fine. We say it enough. Fine, fine, fine," She shut her eyes. Her sisters were always telling her it...

Tanith was lethargic. She didn't want to try in any more of her classes. She didn't want to be doing much of anything. She knew she needed the grades, but she was having a really, really, really hard time trying to force herself to do it. She was in the library now supposedly studying but...

Tanith wished she hadn't overreacted in class. But what she'd seen- she thought she'd seen- it had been too much. It couldn't be true. It couldn't. She wanted to scream, to cry, but no one here would understand. Would know what it felt like. She wanted to go home, to curl up with Tessa and Twila...

Tanith Whitlock, Solo

Tanith Whitlock Hufflepuff

Tanith shook her head. "Oh, no," She replied, feeling a little less awkward when he didn't have a date either. She didn't comment on no one bothering to ask her, not wanting to sound upset about it. "I don't always come to these, honestly. What do you usually do? Just dance, have snacks?"

Tanith cleared her throat, brushing her hands over her skirt. "Well, erm, I try to dress nice, but I don't know about the really fancy dresses all the other girls have on," She admitted with a shy smile. "Are you waiting for someone?"

Tanith was surprised by the hug but didn't pull away, patting his back a little awkwardly and hiping her blush wasn't too bad. "Oh! Er, um, you too?" She offered, swallowing hard. Her siblings weren't the biggest huggers and she just wasn't used to it.

Tanith didn't particularly like dressing up, but she put on something nice anyway, thinking it was a more cute casual look. Besides, she needed to get better at being more social. Not that she really wanted to be. But she didn't want any of her sisters on her case about it. She was wandering...

Tanith blushed deeply, really unsure of what it was she should be saying. She smiled shyly. "Well, er, I mean... thank you?" She managed a little lamely.

Tanith took a breath, trying to get her emotions under control. "I wasn't expecting any roses at all," She admitted with an almost sheepish smile. "He's a nice guy, I guess, it's-" She sighed. "Unexpected, is all."

Tanith drew her hand back, feeling a little silly. She was surprised all over again that it really was for her. "Oh, erm, thank you?" She offered a little slowly. She looked at the note. "Magne?" She was a little taken aback. Sure, she'd sent him one, but she hadn't really expected any in...

Tanith looked shocked a moment before nodding slowly. "I, ah, yeah, that's me?" She sounded unsure, so she cleared her throat and tried again. "Yes, I'm Tanith Whitlock," She offered out her hand a little awkwardly. "Are you sure thats for me?"

Tanith decided to head to lunch a little early that day, mostly from having skipped breakfast that morning. With the book she was reading in hand she walked out of the common room- only to see one of the older quidditch players waiting in the hall. She blinked. "Is everything okay?" She blurted...