Misery Loves Company

[Stefan Archer]

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The start of any new term was difficult for the Slytherin teen. It was difficult for most, getting up at right hour, getting back into classes. But for the Slytherin teen it posed huge problems that he knew only he had. It was fairly easy for people to not realize that for some it had a whole different dimension of difficulty. For one thing, unlike most the certain Slytherin, had to spend readjusting to the sudden increase of food that would appear in front of him at every single meal. It was always the first thing that he realized when he returned, the huge difference in what his father could provide for him, and for what the school could give him. The inequality was not something the Slytherin like to think about often. It wasn't fair and he knew it, but there was also nothing he could do about it. It wasn't really the fault of his father, but more the fact that they had little money in the house. And there fore someone had to suffer. Unfortunately that person was always, and would always be Stefan, but a lack of food was only the smallest of his worries. The next was the fact that he had to come up with a very good excuse for the new range of injuries that he brought with him. Most of which was covered by his clothing, but not all could be. If it was then Stefan would have problems seeing where he was going. Unlike most other times when his father would be careful, The Slytherin found himself worrying about bruises that were on his left cheek, stretching to his ear and to his jaw. The small yellow colored bruise underneath his right eye. And the cuts at the top of his head. Overall, this term, it was a lot more difficult to hide what was wrong with him. And there was only one reason for this. But, this wasn't the only thing, his left wrist was sprained, and both his hands were cut and bruised, both fairly badly. Thankfully those he could cover with old bandages, and cover by keep his sleeves pretty much to where they could stretch no longer reach. For the Colourblind Slytherin teen, the holiday that had just been had been the very worst holiday in a very long while. If Stefan Archer could say this, then it had truly been awful. He didn't know, he didn't understand how he was still standing. How he was still breathing air, how he was still able to be at Hogwarts. If there was one thing Stefan loved, it was Hogwarts. And he was truly thankful for her existence. However, Stefan knew that the problem's he'd had at the very end of the holiday had bee his own. The fact he'd just snapped and fought back were not two things he'd ever expected to do. They had just happened. It was true that a person could only take so much, and Stefan Archer had really reached his breaking point. Fighting back had been a bad idea, since his father was stronger and bigger than he was. It hadn't been a fair fight, but the boy had taken his father by surprise. Now however the boy feared what was awaiting him once he returned home at the next holiday's. The worse was what he assumed. It was why he was pretty certain that he had to make this term the best possible one that he could. He had to enjoy it, and more to the point he had to figure out what to do about his feelings towards Kate. He was pretty much in love with her. But, he had no idea what to do about this. He wasn't sure, but every time he thought of her, his heart raced and he felt like he would do anything for her. This year would be better. He'd create good memories and then move on from their.

That day the Slytherin had spent most of the morning in the library attempting to catch up on the reading. It was quite a task, but considering that he needed to be sure that he was completely up to speed, so he didn't fall behind, he was pretty happy to start it. The only problem that the teen was having, was the simple fact that he kept almost falling asleep. He would close his eyes and then find himself nodding off. It wasn't until a few seconds later that he would wake himself up and get back to the work he was doing. This happened so often, that eventually the slytherin knew it was pointless. He could not keep working if this continued happening. So instead of continuing and causing him a lot more bother than it was worth, the Slytherin packed away his belongs and then left the room. He kept his eyes down and walked as quickly as he could. The boy did not want to return to the dorm yet, he'd spent too much time indoors during the holidays, it was time now to finally start going outside. Get the fresh air that he was hoping air, and the freedom it brought with him. Stefan kept his eyes on the floor in front of him, and walked carefully through the castle until he reached the doors and then into the fresh air. He loved the way the cold felt on his skin, how perfect it was. How the clouds made it easier for him to see, how he couldn't understand how people didn't completely love this weather. But, instead of standing aimlessly at the door, Stefan set off in a fast pace towards the gardens. It was a nice place. Quiet and generally had very few people in it. Stefan liked that about it. It was like the cliffs one of the many places he went to when all else failed. When he wanted to be alone, but didn't mind if someone found him. It had been a long time since he learned that people did not take too happily to being clearly pushed out of someone's life. Of course since that, things had not gotten easier, it had just become easier to hide them. Easier to hide the anger he felt, easier to mask the pain he felt. But, everything was worse, while Sara and Kate were both just having problems with one another, he had problems with food and heating. While Willow had lost part of her family and gained another, Stefan had one family member left that called him every bad name under the sun everyday. And it was too much for him. But, for them, for his friends, which included people like Tara and his old friend, James, for them he would keep going. Keep on living, since he had to never do what he feared most. Since his friends at school, he consider to be somewhat like the family that he never had, and would never have.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, the Slytherin managed to make it to the gardens. It was a quiet place. A very lovely place. He couldn't actually ever see how beautiful the plants or flowers were, but it didn't matter to him, it was still magical. Most people forgot to enjoy the simple things that life could offer, Like plants and flowers. Bird and insects, the perfect things that the world had to offer. Most of which people forgot about. And he had always wondered how they could. Stefan Archer kept looking around himself as he walked. He had one place in mind, he just he wouldn't collapse out of tiredness before he got to the place. It was at the top of a small mound, there was a large oak tree, with long deep roots that meant the ground directly around the tree, was lumpy and every so often a root was sticking out of it. This was the colorblind boy's favorite place in the gardens, it was peaceful, and when it rained it was the perfect thing to protect him. It kept him dry and it meant he could sit and watch the rain, taking deep breaths and loving everything about each moment that he spent in Hogwarts. When the boy spotted his spot, he smiled widely, the first time he'd smiled since he'd last been at Hogwarts. It was the first day, so it was a definite good start to the year. He walked up to the tree and sat down in the perfect spot. over the summer, he'd grown a few more inches, he looked even skinnier than before, and his voice was also deeper. His features were a lot better defined that before, and whatever baby fat he had left in his cheeks, despite everything was gone. Stefan looked older. But, this didn't stop his old habits from the year before from kicking in. He heard the rain begin to fall. The soft pitter patter of drops onto the area around him. Carefully, so as to not upset his bad bruised torso and the welts primarily on his back, the slytherin teen curled up on the ground. Using his bag as a pillow the boy closed his eyes and let himself drift off. He just hoped that he'd wake up before it got dark, and therefore difficult for him to get back to school. Because as he fell asleep, with the bruising on his face clear, the boy was feeling happy. Safe, at home, Hogwarts was his true home. And he needed to remember that fact.​

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[Cosette Mayfair]

After a quick run down to the kitchen to get some sweets and other snack foods, Cosette was all set for a day out in the sun. She sat down on a patch of grass, spreading the array of food out before her. Grabbing a candy and popping it in her mouth, she leaned back and gazed up at the beautiful blue sky. It was a great day to spend outdoors, just Cosette and her food. Once the badger was stuffed from eating a few more candies and a buttered roll, her eyes slipped shut and she grew blissfully unaware of the fighting couple a few yards away and the few other students wandering about the garden. Forgetting about everything and just laying there with a blank mind was a nice change for Cosette, and it was welcomed gratefully. Not having to stress about how far apart her family was growing, how she almost failed a good percent of her classes last year, and how much she missed her friends was not something easy to forget, but for now Cosette was just trying focusing on the warmth beaming down onto her face and the beautiful weather.

Despite her carefree attitude, Cosette really did have a lot on her mind and a lot to worry about. Coming close to failing a lot of her classes was just one thing her family was disappointed in. Her siblings were out of action, which means they probably got worse grades than hers. And right now, sleep was all Cosette wanted. But the sugar was just too much to handle, the sugar of the eaten candy gave her a sugar-rush which wasn't good for young girls like her. She could feel her tiredness changing into a rushing force of activeness. Her adrenaline went up and all she can do was be hyper. Cosette stood up and ran across the garden, bumping some students along the way. All she can do was apologize while running faster and faster, she was a fast runner as always. She can circle their whole mansion in a couple of hours, which is quite fascinating as their mansion and land was too wide to roam around to in just a day. She then ran and ran until she saw a big tree, for sure she was going to crash. The Hufflepuff can't help herself, not able to stop her legs. "Oh Dear!" she gushed out and closed her eyes when she was a boy somehow resting under the tree. "BOOM!" Cosette crashed and wasn't sure where or whom she landed, the first thing she thought was the boy. Was he still alive or was he injured, "I'm so sorry, I.. OUCH!" she exclaimed as she moved her right arm. It was quite bruised from the looks of it, it was now nearly bleeding. But the only thing she could think of was the person that was there.

 

[Stefan Archer]

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If it was not for his father, the Slytherin's sleep patterns would be a hell of a lot better. It wasn't just that he'd be awoken from his body being in immense pain, or from shouting. But also that the moment someone even walked a little close to him he awake. It was a long established fear that was soley his father's fault. The Slytherin knew how that while at Hogwarts his patterns got better, since there was no one waking up at the early hours to get him to make something to eat, or just for the amusement of the man. People would come and go, but it was a small factor in how he actually slept. Stefan Archer knew that it wasn't healthy, that even in the deepest of sleeps if someone neared his bed he would wake up. He however didn't know how to change it, he was through force of habit an incredibly light sleeper. What someone would call light sleep, he would call deep sleep. It was however just another factor that the Slytherin teen had to deal with. It was as he slept on the ground outside, that Stefan's mind thought of things like that. How unfair it was for him, and how while people showed concern, they never offered him solutions. Tell someone, that was one Stefan always wanted to laugh at. What good would telling someone have for him. He had never had anyone to tell, and he was sure that if he did they wouldn't be able to look at him right ever again. They'd feel sorry for him, ask what they could do, but that was just it. They could do nothing. Because no matter what they tried it was never going to change anything. He knew that his father was a lot worse. But, with Stefan having fought back, he knew that he'd lost. Telling someone at this point would be pointless. By the time anyone started looking into it, it would probably be too late. Not positive thoughts to have, but it was the right ones. Stefan slowly shifted in his sleep. Stretching out his legs a little and moving both hands so they were out in front of him. Both bandaged and his fingers tightly clasped on the jumper sleeves, to cover most of the bandage. If anything the Slytherin looked fairly peaceful sleeping on the ground, which was different from most of the time that he slept. It was not that he didn't sleep well, or for the entire night, it was just his dreams, were nightmares. Nightmare after nightmare, never ending and half the time he was unable to wake from them. Other times he was kept up most of the night. It was a never ending battle between the two. However there on the grass, he was sleep well. Soundly, and without a nightmare, if he'd been conscious something going that well would've made him afraid, that something terrible was just about to happen. But in sleep Stefan was a lot less paranoid. Up until someone walked close to him. However that wouldn't happen now.

The sound of rushing feet, was enough to begin to arouse the Slytherin teen. He moved slightly, as if getting himself more comfortable. But, it was a tiny movement. His mind had already begun waking up and while on some days this was a fairly short process, since he knew he was at Hogwarts there was a difference, he was less careful, he took his time, he had no real need to be awake and alert for any time soon, it was probably just someone passing by, walking quickly. So, he just was letting himself awake slowly. A luxury he actually enjoyed. However, this luxury was short lived when all of a sudden something hit against him, and then someone landing practically on him, and the next thing he felt was a whole new world of pain. The boy's eyes snapped open and then closed again. He wrapped his hands carefully against his stomach, thankful that the person had quickly moved. He was breathing in short shaky breaths. The pain was just too much. But, then he for a second believed he was back home. His eyes flew open and he sat up, fear clear in the pale blue eyes. Quickly remembering that it was just hogwarts, and all that had happened was a girl had run into him, and was now sort of apologizing, he quickly calmed, and let his eyes close again, as he pushed himself up against the tree and continue to attempt to control the pain. The girl stopped speaking, and made a noise that made Stefan look up. He quickly spotted the bruise on her arm, and felt his cheeks warm. The Slytherin didn't realize that his cheeks were now a deep red color. Stefan wanted to say something, but the words couldn't come. It was only the second day back at school, and some of Stefan's cuts and bruises were new. Like the cuts on his forehead, or the bruise on the left side of his face. She had landed where it hurt a lot. He was just thankful that his ribs were only bruised. He raised a hand and waved it as a term of forget apologizing. He took a deep breath and attempted to calm himself. But the pain was just too much. Stefan took a few deep breaths and finally felt that he could meet the girl's eyes. Stefan opened his eyes and then looked at the girl. He noticed the bruise and looked down at his hands. In sitting up, the boy had dragged his hands along the floor, which had caused his bandage to become lose. He was quick with his left hand to loosen it more, and then fix it.

"I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have been sleep there. Are you okay?" Stefan knew he wasn't, but there was nothing that he could do about it. He wasn't about to go see the nurse or anything, and it wasn't like he couldn't deal with it himself. So that was what he wanted to do. And he wanted to be sure that the girl was okay. Which was why he looked up again his eyes briefly lingering on her arm, and then meeting her eyes. "I'm sorry" He didn't think it was really his fault, but through habit, the boy apologized for everything. No matter what, if someone was upset, he despite having generally done nothing wrong was always the first to apologize. He also didn't think that was going to change, much like his sleep pattern.​

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[Cosette Mayfair]

Being a klutz was hard for Cosette, she wondered why was she the only one in the family who seems to be like that. Probably she was adopted or something or probably not? Still it has it's good results, Cosette gained new friends from her accidents and trips though there were enough bruises for today. She could feel her arms freeze yet it was numb, hopefully there weren't any broken bones. Her dad would be terribly mad when he finds out that his daughter were covered in scars. Cosette then tried to open her eyes, fidgeting her legs trying to get off the boy. The boy would be terribly hurt from the looks of it and it was all her fault from eating all the candy. She then pushed herself away from the stranger, using her strength that was quickly fading. After the adrenaline rush next was her being weaker and weaker, she could now feel her legs numb after getting off from the boy.

"Im so sorry, I didn't mean to.. I mean I barely saw you there resting. I'm so sorry." she apologized covering her face as she was now turning red. Cosette was too embarrassed to show her face to the boy. As she gently rubbed her eyes she saw the boy was in pain, there were some bandages covering some of his bruises and he was too turning red. It's my fault, I'm so sorry.. Here let me help you." Cosette suggested reaching out her arm for the boy to pull upon standing. She then fixed her hair who seems to be a mess, then slowly held her arm that warm bruised covered in blood. The blood was like a running water from a faucet, she covered her hand hoping it would stop the blood from dripping. It was painful indeed but all Cosette was do was be worried about the boy she had crashed to, she remained apologizing until the boy said some words. "Don't worry about me, Are you alright?" she asked her with a worried look painted all over her face still easing the pain.

 

[Stefan Archer]

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<SIZE size="50">During the start of any term the colorblind slytherin was careful to have spare everything in his bag. It wasn't because he thought he would really need it, but it was just in case. Just in case he ended up casing a cut to open, and he needed to change it quickly. In his bag he always carried at least one extra bandage and he also carried tissues to stem blood flow. But never had he actually had to use it. He was always working pretty hard to avoid having to ever take off the bandages when out around the school. Mostly because when he took them off there was generally a ghastly sight to see underneath. It wasn't something the SLytherin was in the slightly comfortable letting the world see. He couldn't talk about anything that was bothering him ever, even if it was just that his eyes hurt from the light, that he didn't understand the work he was meant to be doing. Stefan had spent so long having to deal with everything himself that it didn't ever occur to him that he should be telling people that, if he had friends he had to at least attempt to start opening up to them, but that was as far as it would go. Showing them would never be an option. No matter how bad things got at home, he just couldn't ever let them see it. Much less were they going to get him to see a nurse. Although he was pretty sure he should suggest it to the girl. She was apologizing to him. He cringed slightly and shook his head at her. He knew it wasn't her fault, much less. Instead he silently moved to where he'd placed his bag and in between surges in pain reached in and began to look for what he needed. His stomach suddenly rumbled loudly, and this caused a huge surge in pain in his stomach. Stefan stopped when he was doing and closed his eyes. Begging mentally for the pain to just stop. For it to go away so he could continue on. Eventually the pain got a little more bearable. He glanced to her, as she said she could help him. Stefan pushed himself back, moving away from her hand. He hadn't really meant to, but he didn't want her to help. Then she would see. And he didn't want that. This was a girl whom he didn't know that wanted to help him, but he didn't think he a) deserved it, r b) wouldn't be able to handle a little more than he was already. It was odd, the thing about Hogwarts that surprised him, was people's willingness to help other. He had never known anything but it. He had never considered it before hogwarts. The very time in that park before school started when he'd meet James. That had been the biggest surprise to him. This boy he'd just met had gotten upset over the fact Stefan had told him of his colorblindness. It had shocked and scared him. Now, he was still surprised by it, but it was something he was able to put up with. He just turned it down constantly.

From within his bag, Stefan pulled out the extra bandage he had and the tissues he usually used to on himself. He noted that they weren't exactly the best ones. They looked old and worn, Stefan had a lot more use for them than most others. It wasn't like he enjoyed that factor, but he knew how to use them and better yet, was fairly good at applying them. He didn't know whether the girl would want him to do it, or if she would be able to. He knew if he did that, he'd have to let go of his jumper sleeves and leave the bandages on his hands exposed for her to see. he suddenly felt self-conscious about the fact that she could probably see the large bruise on his face and the fact that even though he was no longer wincing in pain, there was still a lot of it. The colorblind boy met the girls eyes as she asked if he was okay, his expression on of, what do you think, but it wasn't the one he would say. Stefan was pretty sure that no matter what he'd just say okay. This was a stranger in front of him, someone he didn't even know the name of, there was no way he'd tell her that he was in so much pain, he wondered how he'd not passed out. He was working his hardest staying conscious. He kept his eyes on her and his light blue eyes stared at her, in the sense that he was almost not actually seeing. It was the colorblindness, but that wasn't something the boy really realized happened. Offered her the bandages. "Do you want to bandage up you arm yourself, or would you like me to do it?" Stefan said quietly, his voice quiet. He didn't really have any plans to answer her question, she already knew the answer. He could maybe see some people making jokes about the situation but Stefan didn't think it was right to do such a thing. "You have nothing to be sorry for, please this was not your fault." Stefan knew that if he'd not been there, it would've been a lot easier for him and here. But he had, and like the idiot his father always told him he was, he'd caused the girl to get hurt. However, finally after attempting to stall, he knew that as much as he wanted to avoid the question, he was also certain that she would just keep asking, so he replied. "I'm fine. Really, I'm fine. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine" Stefan's voice was quiet. he didn't think she'd believe him, he was a very bad liar, but this factor didn't stop him from carrying on doing it, after all, telling truth was just not an option for the boy.
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[Cosette Mayfair]

The Hufflepuff wasn't used to pain at all but at this moment she needed to push back her feelings. It was clearly her fault and most off all she didn't wanted to disturb the stranger further more.Who would ever thought that a graceful girl like her would enter Hogwarts, and as a total klutz. If she was rude, Cosette could just ran to the Hospital wing and let the nurse cure her arm but she wasn't that selfish to do that. She ran her fingers through her hair, trying to stop her other arm from shaking. The pain was crucial and it was indeed frustrating to be in such situation. Especially when you have no idea who the boy was at all. Biting her lips to ease the pain, he watched the boy grabbing his bag or something and had no idea what he was reaching for. Hopefully not a weapon to kill her or something, though that would be to big handle. She continued gripping on her bloody arms, covering the wound even though she was aware that wasn't the right thing to do.

"Oh don't worry about it, I got it." she lied continuing biting her lips due to the pain. She was worried though, about the boy he seems to be more hurt that Cosette. As the boy gazed at her she gazed back then turned away, checking if someone was watching them. She didn't wanted a first year to report her for injuring a person and herself. "It is." she replied shyly bowing down head. The boy obviously said that to make Cosette lighten up or somehow, but it didn't worked out at all as she felt worse. She stood there not sure of how she could help the boy, though she could bring him to the hospital wing but she wasn't sure if the boy would like that. Upon hearing the boys words, she automatically didn't believe him. He wasn't a good liar to begin with, she remained her closure and didn't look at the boy as her eyes were twitching as the her arm was bleeding faster and faster. Cosette could feel her knees weaken and shake but she decided to stand up still with all her strength.​

 

[Stefan Archer]

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There was a clear thought in the SLytherin's mind. He had no idea why his father acted like he did. At times, he believed it was just because he was colorblind and therefore a lesser human in his father's eyes but, Stefan also sometimes believed it was maybe because of his mother, a woman that he had no recollection of. He hadn't seen her in a picture, and the last thing he had owned that had belonged to her his father and thrown away. For a young boy in his situation, growing up like he did, it was a wonder he even kept it together in the day to day. Since, being around professors made him on edge and being around new people made him scared. And not to mention that every day he had to live with the knowledge of what awaited him at home. But, the hardest part of his entire situation, was not the way his father spoke to him, or the words he used, not the way he kicked up even as he lay on the floor, crying out in pain, it was the fact that he didn't even know what his mother looked like. The woman who had brought him into the world. He couldn't remember what she looked like, and much less if she had actually loved him. It was why, when Stefan began to feel strongly for Kate, his first instinct was to run. Was to turn and just leave her alone. Since he wasn't sure how to deal with it. He had never felt love before. Not from him to someone else, but he knew that eventually he would have to tell her. He didn't think it could be soon, but he had to start at least trying to be a little less like himself and more like a guy she would deserve, because currently he knew he didn't deserve her. No matter how much people could say it, it just wasn't true. But with this girl in front of him, he wasn't quite sure what to do. On the one hand, he could just get up and leave. Remove himself from the equation stopping her from getting help. Or just show her, that it wasn't something she had to pretend was actually okay. But, Stefan was hardly the poster boy for show that it's actually okay to say that it hurts. However, a part of him could tell that the girl was going to back down about as easy as he would. Stubbornness was one of the worst qualities the school had brought out in him. Of course before he had nothing to be stubborn about, but it was still on of the things he truly hated about himself. But it was also a quality that he had noticed in others. It was a common one. Stefan looked away from the girl and then to the ground. He wondered why she'd even been running in the first place. He wondered if she really hadn't seen him, yeah he was thin, too thin for his age, but that was sure not the reason. Most would've seen him. Better yet, most would not have been running towards a large tree either, so there was clearly something wrong with the girl. Stefan sighed slightly. As he looked back up at her, his expression had changed, he looked a little more at ease, his eyes still scream that he was in pain, but that he was dealing with it. Stefan wouldn't ever say that was in pain, but it was always clear, it was also clear that he was good and had practice in dealing with it.

Still holding the spare bandages, the colourblind boy thought it was silly that she didn't want to take them. He knew it would help. He knew that it would make things better. After all, it was stop the bleeding. The Slytherin teen shook his head, finding it almost laughable that she didn't want any help from anyone. He had always believed that as soon as a person was hurt, they went to seek help. He'd really thought it was only him who didn't. But, it was clear that the girl felt so bad about what had just happened that she was willing to keep standing, and letting her arm be the focus of her attention that it was stopping her. Not only that but he got the idea she was worried about him. Which while he appreciated he also thought it was a little silly, since he'd told her to not and while, he knew the nasty look bruise at the side of his face was probably the thing worrying the girl, it wasn't like she had caused it. So, that was really what he meant. It wasn't hard for him to notice that the girl needed to at least rest. She was probably doing too much, and much like him was probably about to pass out. He however stayed calm. He reached up and touched her hand lightly. "Sit down." He instructed, with a calm tone. He didn't want to freak the girl out. But his tone said that he knew best. "I know you've got it, but sit down. If you don't you'll pass out" The boy spoke from experience. But, he realized that the girl would maybe not want to sit down just yet. So, instead the boy very slowly pulled himself to his feet. He closed his eyes and leaned against the tree with his side. He was careful to not cause more pain to his back, where he was sure wounds had reopened, or to the bruises on his side. He took a few moments to compose himself, letting his breathing settle and let some of the new pain subside. He stood up straight and looked to the girl. He gave a small reassuring smile. "Let me" Stefan said, reaching out and taking her arm. Slowly he found where the cut actually was, it was difficult for him to see and he softly applied the tissues to the area. Surprising, Stefan had a light touch. He wasn't very good at physical contact, so it appeared like he half didn't want to. "Hold it there, keep the pressure on it. And sit down." Stefan would put the bandage on when the blood flow was slower. He smiled slightly and then sat back down. Once again careful as he did so. Since everything hurt and nothing was getting better. He just hoped the girl would listen to him. "Please."​

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[Cosette Mayfair]

Cosette wasn't sure if it was the best idea to just stand there while her arm was bleeding. So she nodded and decided to take a sit, placing her legs beside her slanted but then notice the boy standing up and so she followed. The boy was saying the truth though, as Cosette could feel her self feeling weaker and weaker. She sat still, holding her bloody arms while staring at the boy. She remain calm and really silent nodding at every word the boy said. Cosette tried to smile but the pain was too much to take when the boy touched her open wound, but he sure was gentle. Keeping the pressure on the wound that the boy placed some tissues she followed him and decided to sit down once again. "Thank You, really." she told him in a soft polite voice and she could feel a light breeze touching her cheeks that was now turning red.

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I apologize for the short post, I may seem to lose muse for Cosette ..just now.