Rise Up

[Eva Mariani]

At some point - Eva didn't know when exactly, she just knew - she had reached the edge. She was so tired of trying to be something she clearly wasn't and then not benefitting from it. What was worse, was that no one except her seemed to realise it. Or maybe her parents did and they weren't doing anything about it because they simply didn't care. This only disheartened the Gryffindor even more. She struggled to find a way to communicate with them these days, so to catch their attention, she was going to have to destroy the idealised reputation her parents had set up for her, as if she was meant to follow some sort of instruction sheet. They were so controlling. Eva hoped that when Marco joined her next year he wouldn't fall into their trap, since it took the sixth year this many years to notice the manipulation. How was she meant to trust her mom and dad now? She rubbed her eyes and hit her head repeatedly against the desk. She wished this could be over, that she'd graduate and be able to get a place of her own. At this rate, however, she was even doubting that her parents would stop trying to tell her to do everything a certain way even after she turned seventeen. Eva just wanted it all to go away.
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[Wyatt Finch]

Whilst walking through the corridor Wyatt saw Stella and in an attempt to avoid interacting with his kid sister who would surely bring up something incorrect and inappropriate about his condition Wyatt dipped into a room quickly at the sight of her. Whether she had noticed him or not was unknown to the boy who sighed with relief to be away from confrontation. There had been so much of that in his life lately and he just wanted to avoid it all. It was at this point that he heard a pounding noise from within the room and he looked around to see a girl seated - hitting her head on the desk in front of her. "Uhhhhh," Wyatt groaned uncertainly. He didn't know what to do now that he had seen the girl there alone clearly in some state of her own. He looked away awkwardly for a brief moment before he asked, "Are you okay or?" He couldn't see who the girl was but if she was a fifth year he really understood the struggles with OWLs so he thought maybe he could help or at the very least forward information about therapy which had done some good for him in case she had larger problems.​

 

[Eva Mariani]

Eva was too deep in her thoughts to notice firstly, that someone had entered the room and secondly that the said person had spoken. When she realised a person was actually in the classroom with her, she raised her head, and turned so that she could see who it was. Oh. At least, she recognised him from classes and the common room. They were in the same year. She didn't have to deal with much younger students. She sighed, turning her chair so that she now faced the boy. "Yes?" she tried, but even that didn't sound convincing to her own ears. Eva knew she wasn't okay, but she wasn't comfortable talking about herself usually. Unfortunately, she also didn't have the ability to lie for long.​