Bad To Worse

[Prudence Armstead]

Prudence had been distracted, and was beyond pissed off at her now, what she considered, ex-boyfriend. He skipped town, didn't write her back, didn't tell her anything. Why would he just disapear on her? Not even a goodbye so she knew whether or not she could move on. If he wasn't dead when she found him, he would be when she left him. The bottle blonde had packed her things away and searched the classroom for a familiar face, once she vaguely remembered being pointed out to her. What was the woman's name? Caroline, Cartel? Prudence couldn't remember as Nate had mentioned her once or twice in passing between kisses and getting in trouble. Frustrated now with having to come up with something to call this classmate, the blonde caught up to her and tapped her shoulder. "Hey, Car..." She trailed off sure that her name at least started with those letters. It was probably fairly confusing, being approached by someone who'd not interacted with you.

Prudence straightened her bag on her shoulder and gave a half smile, though in the pit of her stomach there was anxiety about asking a question like she was about to to someone she never met. "I don't think we've talked before but I'm Nate's... Girlfriend. Uhm, he hasn't written me, did he move or something?" She asked quickly, all in one go to the woman in front of her. Perhaps Nate got bored of her and was avoiding her.

 

[Carlotta Raven]

Carlotta was packing up her belongings after class, yet again alone. She had not quite given up hope with Emily, and was sure that she could inspire the blonde to join her in class and learn some new and exciting stuff. She had always loved learning, and had adapted to the new lay-out of life that school had provided her with quite well, in her opinion. She had yet to not understand anything, at least - except Muggle Studies, but Abbigale was always just a letter away and prepared to help her out whenever she could find the time. After a short discussion with the professor about what they had learned in class that day, Carlotta exited through the door and was preparing to go to her next class (as she was taking all but one this term), when she was stopped by a tap on the shoulder.

Turning around, she was met with one of the Gryffindor prefects, whose name she remembered as being Prudence - it was always helpful to know the names of the people she would be seeking assistance from if she were lost, after all. She looked down at herself, wondering if perhaps there was something wrong with her uniform that caught the girl's attention, but to her knowledge she was within the dress-code. Her head tilted when it seemed that she was here for personal reasons, and time was ticking with regards to getting to class on time - and seeing as it was DADA, she didn't want to be late to that. "Nathanial?" she asked for clarity. This was not going to be easy at all. "Oh, well... I'm sorry, Prudence, but Nathanial will not be coming to school. You see, he... well, he died."
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[Prudence Armstead]

There was a small pause in the ginger in front of Prudence when she turned to speak with her. The clarification question was met with Prudence nodding, to say that Nathaniel was indeed whom she was talking about. Then the words tumbled from Nate's sister. For a moment it was as if everything in the room had disappeared, and Prudence was standing in a mind numbing blackness. The word that had finished her sentence was an echo in the mind of the fifteen year old whom had already lost so much. All at once a breeze from someone walking by brought Prudence back to reality. All at once the surroundings flashed around her and it was all too bright in the hallway.

The Gryffindors mouth hung open slightly and she stared at the woman in front of her. Within seconds a tear escaped over her black liner rimmed eyes. With her tear the makeup ran as well, and Prue reached up a shaking hand to wipe it away. It was a shocking revelation, and she was sure that her heart had stopped beating when the girl had told her the fate of Nathaniel. The prefect knew she should speak but it just didn't seem possible as she processed this new information. She felt too cold for her surroundings, empty for a moment, she needed to take a seat, but not here. "Th... thank you." She stuttered in a raspy voice that cracked with grief. Prudence then turned slowly and made her way away from the girl, stunned disbelief written on her freckled face. Dead? She'd seen him over the holidays that couldn't be possible. The true weight of it all didn't rest onto Prudence until her wobbling knees reached the side of her best friend, Venn. It was there that she collapsed into him, crying too hard to tell him exactly what it was that was on her mind - as truly it seemed that there was nothing other than the emotion of grief.

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