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Post by Emily Prescott on Nov 17, 2012 23:38:33 GMT
  "You don't have to princess...your still okay to change your mind, you don't have to go back to Hogwarts, not if you don't want to."
Sighing softly, Emily Prescott let her head rest against the cool window, her Father's words ringing loudly in her head. Why had she come back? After everything that had happened, why, what had possessed her to come back to a place her kind would constantly be put down, in danger. Never would she be viewed as an equal, she'd always have to be looking over her shoulder, yet still here she was going back to school. Maybe the truth was she loved it too much to stay away, despite everything she loved the school, she loved learning magic and maybe if she could get through these next two years it'd be okay, maybe if she kept her head down, she'd be okay, though maybe not safe.
Already dressed in her new fresh uniform, now donning a long sleeved shirt under her cardigan instead of her usual sort one, Emily rubbed her left arm unconsciously, wincing as she did so. Even after six long weeks of summer, a lot of potions from St Mungo's there was still a lot of pain in her arm, though maybe that had been Georgina's intention. Stopping the bleeding, from what she'd been told hadn't been easy, it had taken hours upon hours. It had stopped but the wound hadn't healed properly, no it had scarred over. The vicious and cruel word, 'MUDBLOOD' still engraved into her arm, a painful and constant reminder of that traumatic night.
Not that she needed much reminding, it haunted her every waking moment, haunted her dreams. Emily had lost a tonne of weight, and had actually dropped a dress size. At random intervals she'd stop and just cry, and a lot of it was from guilt. Every-time Chase crossed her mind, her entire being would begin to hurt, her stomach would knot in guilt and she'd be filled with an intense, crippling nauseous feeling. Chase loved her, yes, "Love you. Always." those words, the ones he'd told her before she'd passed out from blood loss still replayed over in her head, but how could that be true. How could he love her, why, after what she'd done. His Father was dead because of her, because of her being a mudblood.
Closing her eyes the blonde forced that from her thoughts and swallowed down the sickly feeling that had risen in her throat, determined not to lose it. Not on the train, not now. She missed Chase, she'd not seen him and had avoided writing to him over the Summer. After all what could she say in reply to his and Risa's letters? Her hand unconsciously rubbed her shoulder as she looked around the empty carriage, thankful no one else was there. Her shoulder which had shattered had been healed pretty quickly, fully to be exact after a week, however it still pained her though her Dad had suggested the pain was in her head. Like whenever that night crossed her head it began to ache, hurt, so maybe he was right.
Looking down she smiled softly at her St Christopher hanging out from her shirt, she carefully lifted her sleeve. Part of her felt ill looking at the scar but she couldn't help it. As the angrily red word glared up at her, she sighed softly, the skin around the engraving still a slight red. It had been poisoned, it would never fade, she'd been forever branded a Mudblood, it's all she'd ever been known as. Her finger ghosted over the skin beneath the engraving, unaware of the carriage door being opened, until she heard the shuffling of footsteps. Gasping lightly she looked up and yanked down her sleeve again before looking away again, forcing the smallest of smiles onto her face, "Hey."
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Post by Risa Connors on Nov 18, 2012 2:57:37 GMT
 It had been a long, hard couple of months, but the summer had probably been the hardest of them all. Since her dad's death her mother had been distant and there hadn't been much conversation between the two of them. Risa was pretty sure that she was depressed or something, and the endless potions she kept drinking only increased that belief.
Then summer came, and Chase was home. She's hoped so much that things would get better from then on and they could start moving forward again, but if anything, things were worse. She'd seen a glimpse of a newspaper article, something about an attack at Hogwarts, and whispers had it that it was something to do with Emily, yet no matter how much she tried to ask Chase he wouldn't hear any of it. He was just as bad as their mother, always sitting and drifting off into his own world. Needless to say, summer had been a very silent affair.
When September came around Risa didn't know whether to feel relieved to be getting away from home which had become a prison, worried about what her mother would be like, or absolutely terrified just at the fact she was going to Hogwarts. What if people recognized who she was? She'd always imagined starting school and people recognizing her surname and saying 'hey, isn't your dad a quidditch player?' but she'd never thought it might turn into 'aren't you the kid who's dad was killed?' or something along those lines. She wanted to hide away.
Arriving at Kings Cross with Chase, Risa had tried to stay close to his side, remembering all the times over the years when he'd told her he'd look after her on the train, but that had been before everything had changed. He'd helped her get her luggage on and then before she had a chance to say anything he'd vanished down the other end of the train. So there she was, alone and scared.
Tugging her sleeves down, Risa took a few hesitant steps further into the train, not quite sure what to do. Where did she go? Who did she sit with? It didn't seem like Chase wanted her near him, so that meant that she didn't know anyone now. She could feel tears begin to build up behind her eyes but blinked them quickly away. She wouldn't stand in the corridor for the whole journey, she had to find somewhere to go.
Heading along the corridor, Risa listened for the sounds of voices coming from behind the compartment doors. Every so often she'd think she'd found a quiet one and she'd hover, listening, then she'd either see the outline of someone moving, or hear a voice of someone inside and Risa kept moving on. Were all the compartments taken? She wished she could see into them but most people had the doors shut, making it impossible to see in. She couldn't just open a door though, could she? What happened if she walked in on a group of older Slytherins or something?
She had nearly given up hope as she neared the back of the train. She still hadn't heard Chase either, but then, he hadn't been the most talkative person this summer, so he doubted she would hear him. She reached a compartment and stood outside of it, listening. Nothing. Cautiously and silently, she slid the door open just a few inches and peered through the gap.
Emily.
Risa's breath caught in her throat as she saw the older girl, and something like relief swept through her. She'd been worried over the summer, a worry that only increased when she'd had no replies to her letters she'd sent. Her relief was, however, short lived, when Risa noticed the marks on Emily's arm that she was looking at. Even from there, Risa could clearly see what it said. Mudblood. The attack... it had been true... it had been Emily...
Risa pushed the door a little further open and stepped in, one hand tugging the hem of her jumper down a little further as she hovered in the half open doorway. "Emily?" She spoke very quietly, not too used to speaking now after such a silent couple of months at home. She forced a smile on her face even as Emily quickly covered up the marks on her arm and said hey. Risa looked at the empty seat across from Emily and looked back, eyes pleading. "I can't find anywhere..."
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Post by Emily Prescott on Nov 18, 2012 13:39:48 GMT
Risa. Emily swallowed down the lump in her throat as she found herself alone with the young girl. Really she'd hoped she'd have longer till she had to talk to her, face her, did she even know. Emily brushed her hair away from her face and sighed softly, forcing a smile onto her face as she looked over at the girl. Self consciously tugging down her sleeve. Her scars were covered but for some reason she felt as though she could still be seen, that they could be seen. "Hey Risa..." she said softly, doing what she could to squash the guilt she was feeling.
Turning to look at Risa again she smiled softly, feeling her heart ache for the young girl who looked incredibly out of place and somewhat scared. It was her first year so it didn't take a genius to know she may be a little scared. Then that begged the question where was Chase? Why wasn't he with her, taking care of her, making sure she got settled. Almost instinctively Emily felt her protective instincts towards this girl kick in, despite her best intentions to the contrary. She watched the girls eyes flicker to the seat opposite and without thinking Emily nodded, "Please sit down, you don't even have ask sweetie..." she said softly, nodding to the seat opposite the one she sat on.
Resting her hands neatly on her lap, she self consciously wrung them together, lightly tugging at her sleeve every so often, an unconscious habit now. "Where's Ch....I mean..." she stopped herself from saying Chase's name, even thinking of him sent a stab of pain straight through her heart, "I...erm I thought you'd be with your brother..." she said softly, smiling gently at the girl, as she brushed her hair back from her face again, her eyes drifting to the window as the scenery began to fly by. Turning to Risa again she let her eyes look over the girls appearance, "You look really smart...you excited to be coming to the school?" she asked, despite her guilt wanting to make the young girl a little at ease. Again she felt a strange instinct to take care of this young girl, despite everything, but she doubted if Risa knew the truth of why her Dad had been killed she'd want to talk to Emily....then again if Chase knew, did Risa.....?
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Post by Risa Connors on Nov 18, 2012 20:41:33 GMT
Risa could see that, even after covering her arm, Emily was still tugging her sleeves down further. It was a feeling that Risa was familiar with, even if for a very different reason. She found herself always tugging on her clothes now, just not wanting anyone to see or notice the change in her.
She smiled back when Emily said hey, but the had the feeling that the smile on Emily's face was forced. Maybe she didn't want Risa here, just like Chase didn't want her around, but Risa didn't have any where to go right now. Part of her was really wishing that she was back in her bed at home, because a silent house sounded better than being alone on a train surrounded by people she didn't know, and people that didn't want her there.
She felt a sigh of relief pass through her when Emily said she could sit down, and quickly slid the door shut behind her, before sinking into the seat across from Emily, sticking close to the door. She felt really out of place, and she couldn't tell whether Emily wanted her there at all.
"Where's Ch....I mean... I...erm I thought you'd be with your brother..."
Risa didn't miss the way that Emily stopped herself from saying Chase's name, but she didn't say anything, just looked down. "He left. He's somewhere... He won't talk to me any more." Chase had hardly said two words to her in all the time that he'd been home, and there'd been no explanation for his silence, perhaps until now.
Risa kept her head down until she heard Emily speak again, she she glanced up briefly. "I guess..." Was she excited? She used to be, but things were different now. Nothing was the way it was supposed to be. She wanted to be excited about school but it was impossible to feel much of anything in that moment. She just wanted to find a way to skip through time to something good, rather than now.
"I guess you never got my letters." Risa knew she had, she just hadn't replied. She wanted to know why but she didn't want to ask directly. Chances were she wouldn't get an answer. No one seemed to want to give her any answers these days.
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Post by Emily Prescott on Nov 18, 2012 21:59:07 GMT
Emily watched as Risa took a seat but sat on the seat that was closer to the door and she had to resist the urge to frown. It was awkward almost and she didn't like that, but how else could it be. How else did she expect Risa to be, chances were if roles were reversed she would be the same way. Forcing herself to stop wringing her hands together, she tugged at her sleeve unconsciously again and turned to look at Risa as the young girl finally answered her question and despite her best intentions, Emily really wanted to hear something about Chase. What she heard though made her frown slightly.
"He left. He's somewhere... He won't talk to me any more."
That didn't sound like her Chase, or sorry, Chase. What had happened with Georgina had obviously affected him a lot, and it broke her heart to think that. Suddenly that ache in her chest started up again and looking away from Risa, she closed her eyes tightly. Pressing a hand to her chest, she willed the pain to go away, she truly did miss him and she wanted to be there for him, but she was struggling to even take care of herself. It was safer for him though if she stayed away, despite how much it was killing her, she'd do it to keep him safe.
Inhaling sharply she shook her head, swallowing the lump in her throat and blinking away the stinging in her eyes, before she dared look back to Risa. "I'm sure that's not true sweetie, Ch-Chase loves you, I'm sure he's just...had some things on his mind, I wouldn't be surprised if he was looking for you now." she said, smiling softly. For a moment she had to look back out the window, willing the sickly feeling in her stomach to disperse, the thought of Chase maybe coming here panicking her, she wasn't ready to see him, there was no way she could even look him in the eyes. It was taking all her effort to do so with Risa, but she cared for the little girl and she would do what she could to reassure her for as long as Risa allowed her to.
"You'll love Hogwarts, do you know what house your hoping to get into yet?" she asked softly, self-consciously rubbing her wrist, wincing slightly as her hand caught the engraving in her arm. Clasping her fingers together, she crossed her legs, before tugging her cardigan back into place. It was a little looser than normal, she'd lost weight and she couldn't seem to put it back on, it was part of the reason her Dad had been a little unsure about her going back to school. Clasping her hands together again she turned to Risa, her guilt increasing at the young girls comments and she lowered her head, sighing softly.
"Risa I'm...I'm sorry sweetie. I got them, all of them and I wanted to reply I did but..." closing her eyes she shook her head. Deciding to be honest she opened her eyes, which had slightly glazed over with her restrained tears, and pressed a hand to her chest, "I didn't know what to say to you, or to C-Chase. It's my fault, what happened to your Dad...and I don't know how to say, how sorry I am." she said, wiping at a stray tear that fell over her cheek. "It's just safer, for you, for Chase if I stay out of your life..." she said, nodding her head and trying to gather herself.
There she'd said it, and Risa would no doubt hate her, but now after the attack after finding out the reason Rio had been killed she'd known there was no room for her in their lives anymore, not if they were to remain safe. After all she'd almost got Chase killed, he'd been hurt, emotionally scarred because of his association with her. There was no way she could bring that onto him again, or god forbid Risa, a girl she adored. This was for the best...
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Post by Risa Connors on Nov 19, 2012 21:36:53 GMT
Risa had kept her head down as Emily asked about Chase and where he was. She let her hair fall around her face, and looked up from behind it to watch Emily's reaction to her words. What she saw she didn't like at all. What had happened between them?
"I'm sure that's not true sweetie, Ch-Chase loves you, I'm sure he's just...had some things on his mind, I wouldn't be surprised if he was looking for you now."
Risa glanced down at the floor for a few seconds before looking back up to Emily. "Did you two break up?" She hoped not. She really hoped not. But why was Emily acting how she was at the mention of Chase, and why was she finding it so hard to say his name? She shook her head quickly. Maybe she didn't actually want to know the answer to that. "Forget that." She wanted to know, but she didn't want to know, and she got the feeling that it wasn't something that Emily wanted to talk about. Give it a little while at Hogwarts watching then she'd probably be able to work it out for herself. "Anything but Slytherin."
"I didn't know what to say to you, or to C-Chase. It's my fault, what happened to your Dad...and I don't know how to say, how sorry I am. It's just safer, for you, for Chase if I stay out of your life..."
Risa blinked, noting the tears that fell from Emily's eyes, and the way that she seemed to look so small and lost as she spoke. What was she saying? Risa shook her head. "No it's not... I heard the ministry guy talking to mum. He said that dad was just in the wrong place at the wrong time." The attack had taken place after a Wasps practice, and they'd played late into the evening. From what she'd heard, the people who had killed her dad had been hiding near the grounds waiting until everyone left. He was just the last one to leave, and he'd been alone.
"I think Chase misses you. That's why he's so unhappy all the time. You did break up, didn't you." Risa could feel tears stinging her own eyes. How could Emily think that something so horrid could be her fault?
"Who said you did it? She hesitated. "Is it something to do with that writing on your arm?" Writing that looked like a scar from what Risa had seen, and it looked fresh and painful.
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Post by Emily Prescott on Nov 20, 2012 0:31:04 GMT
"Did you two break up?"
Emily opened her mouth to reply but paused, looking down at her lap. Were they broken up? She didn't know, but they had to be didn't they...that's why she'd distanced herself over the summer, because it was safer for Chase. The thought of them being broken up sent a sharp jolt through her heart, it sickened her to think they were destined to be apart. Could she really live her life like that....no, what was she thinking, this was for him, to keep him safe. Thankfully Risa butted in and stopped Emily from answering, seemingly not wanting to hear Emily's answer. "Your too sweet to be in Slytherin, so I wouldn't worry about that sweetie." she said softly, smiling gently.
"No it's not... I heard the ministry guy talking to mum. He said that dad was just in the wrong place at the wrong time."
Emily looked at Risa for a moment, before shaking her head and looking back down at her lap, wiping away the tears on cheeks away. Taking a breath she tried to calm her emotions, quash them down. Part of her was desperate to believe that Rio's death hadn't been because of her but what Georgina had said rang true in her ears. The girl had been so sure, she'd gotten a sick delight in telling Emily, so how could it have been a lie, why bother making something like that up....it had to be true, no matter how much she wanted it not to be. Chances were it was true, and Risa just didn't know the truth like April and Chase. So instead of answering she just looked up out of the window, taking a breath again before she looked at Risa.
What Risa said next though caught her off guard and for a moment Emily just stared back at the young girl. Chase was unhappy? God she missed him to, more than she could ever vocalize. "It's complicated Risa...I love your brother, a lot but things are just....complicated right now...I wish I could explain..." she sighed, not willing to burden such a young girl with what was going on inside her head, God knows Risa had more than enough to worry about. More than any girl her age should have to worry about.
"Who said you did it? Is it something to do with that writing on your arm?"
Who indeed? No she wouldn't talk about Georgina, not to Risa at least. Risa already knew there was evil in the world, last thing she needed to know was just how real it all was. At the mention of the writing on her arm, Emily paused, looking down at her arm, her hand holding her wrist, wincing slightly as she did so. "I got hurt last year...pretty bad, really bad...I was told some things by someone pretty awful, they told me..." she sighed, her stomach turning dangerously, as she swallowed the lump in her throat, her head throbbing painfully. "Chase saved me though, your brothers a hero...he's one of the good guys...that's why you shouldn't worry at all about anything, especially school...you've someone pretty incredible on your side..." she said, smiling softly, blinking away the tears in her eyes.
God she missed him.
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Post by Risa Connors on Nov 20, 2012 22:03:43 GMT
Risa watched as Emily wiped tears from her cheeks, hardly able to look at Risa for more than a few moments before looking down at the floor again. Risa didn't know what to say.
"It's complicated Risa...I love your brother, a lot but things are just....complicated right now...I wish I could explain..."
Why was it that when people didn't want to tell her the truth they would always try and use 'it's complicated' as an excuse to avoid telling her anything. She might only be eleven but she hated to be treated like a child all the time. But, after Emily had said that, Risa had no idea what she could say to try and get some semblance of an answer, so instead, she asked about the writing on Emily's arm, but that seemed to be something else that she wanted to avoid talking about, just like everything else. There was a minor improvement this time though, Emily did say a little about what had happened, though she avoided any details.
"...They told you... that it was your fault?" She wished Emily would just tell her the truth, rather than making her go digging for answers. Instead, Emily just continued with her story and Risa frowned. She was changing the subject again, but she didn't want to be swayed from the topic. "Why did they hurt you? I saw something in the paper but no one would tell be anything..." She looked away. "No one's talking at all." Quite literally, her house had been silent for the whole of the summer, and even before that.
A noise caught Risa's attention and she looked up as the door opened. "Anything off the trolley, dears?"
Risa's stomach turned uneasily at the sight of all the sweets and food that sat on the trolley. On the end, Risa could see a Pumpkin pastry and her eyes glued to it. How long had it been since she'd had one of those? 'Not even likely. You're not even going to think about eating that, are you? It'll make you fattttt.' Taunting, just like always. "No thank you." She looked away from the trolley to the window, her stomach protesting the fact she'd just turned down food once again, but she just couldn't do it.
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Post by Emily Prescott on Nov 21, 2012 1:13:37 GMT
"...They told you...that it was your fault?"
Emily sighed and nodded, "Yes. That's what I was told..." she said softly, not elaborating any more than that. Shaking her head she sighed, truth was it was too hard to elaborate much more than that, it was still processing in her mind let alone trying to talk to Risa about it. At Risa's next question she sighed again, tugging at the sleeve of her cardigan, feeling the familiar throbbing of pain in her arm, reminding her once more of what had been inscribed there. Part of her didn't want to tell Risa, the girl was still so young, then again she'd been through more than most her age and Emily didn't want to be someone who held stuff back from her.
Taking a breath she slowly and very carefully so as not to aggravate the markings. Slowly the angry script was revealed, 'MUDBLOOD' glared up at her, the injury looking as fresh as it did that night in the Forest minus all the blood. The skin around it was red, sore and still tender. The Healers had told her time and time again it would take a while to heal fully. "I'm a Mudblood, the person who did this...wanted me to remember that. Remember my place..." she said softly, her eyes fixed on the word craved into her arm. "That was it. That's the reason I was hurt really bad, because I was born to Muggles...that's it..." she said, looking at Risa, struggling to reign in her emotions. "You wanted to know sweetie...there it is...the reason...right there on my arm..."
The noise outside the cart caught her attention and Emily tugged down her sleeve, inhaling sharply as she brushed over the injury. The trolley cart...Emily wasn't really hungry but looking at Risa for a moment she followed the girls line of sight to the Pumpkin Pastries. "Can we have two of them please..." Emily said softly, paying the elderly woman and accepting the pastries. Sitting back down she handed one to Risa and smiled softly, "I'll try and eat something if you do..." she prompted, not having missed the girls reaction. "Promised my parents I'd try and eat something on the train...haven't had the stomach for anything the last month or so...as you can probably tell," she said in a slight whisper, tugging self-consciously at her cardigan, taking a small bite of the pastry.
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Post by Risa Connors on Nov 21, 2012 18:49:58 GMT
Why would anyone tell Emily that she was to blame for her dad's death? That was the stupidest thing she'd ever heard! There was no way that could be the case, it just couldn't. The ministry guy had said...
Risa watched Emily carefully as she slowly pulled back her sleeve, revealing the marks she'd seen when she'd first entered the carriage. This time, though, she got a better look at them to what she saw before, and the words became clear to her. Mudblood... A foul name given to a muggle born, and used only by the worst of the worst. Risa had been told from a very young age that it was a very bad word that she should never ever repeat, and so far, she was pretty sure she'd managed to never say it.
The wound was red and looked sore, like something only a few days old, not a few weeks old, months even. Risa frowned, keeping her eyes on the marks even as Emily spoke.
"I'm a Mudblood, the person who did this...wanted me to remember that. Remember my place...That was it. That's the reason I was hurt really bad, because I was born to Muggles...that's it...You wanted to know sweetie...there it is...the reason...right there on my arm..."
"You're a muggle born, not a - the other thing..." Risa frowned again as she looked at it. "Why does the end look different?" The style of writing seemed to completely change on the last letter; it was bigger than the rest, and more square, rather than round, and it looked nothing like the other 'D' in the 'mud' part of the word.
The door opened and a voice spoke up, with both girls sitting back quickly in their seats. Risa's eyes couldn't help but be drawn to the pastries, but she forced herself to look away and refuse, a constant, nagging reminder in her mind helping her. Emily, on the other hand, asked for two and handed one out to Risa. Her eyes widened slightly. "No... I... I can't..."
"I'll try and eat something if you do... Promised my parents I'd try and eat something on the train...haven't had the stomach for anything the last month or so...as you can probably tell."
Somewhat reluctantly, Risa took the pastry from Emily and held in between both hands, staring down at it. What Emily was saying was something that Risa could relate to all too easily, though luckily it was hard to tell under the clothes that she was wearing, and she hoped to keep things that way. 'Don't even think of eating that!'
Risa closed her eyes briefly before nodding slowly, and despite the protests, raised the pastry to her mouth, taking a small bite. Feels were at war within her. She wanted it so much, but it was wrong. As nice as it was, she shouldn't eat it. She couldn't eat any more. But it was delicious. No. It was bad, wrong. It wasn't right...
She managed a couple of mouthfuls before she started to feel queasy, and her mind was practically screaming at her to stop. Standing abruptly, Risa grabbed her bag from next to her. "I should change." Without another glance back, Risa darted out of the door and down the corridor. She felt sick. She felt absolutely sick. She just needed to find a bathroom and then she'd be fine and then-
"Eek!" She stumbled backwards as she collided with someone, and looked up in time to see... "Chase?"
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Post by Chase Connors on Nov 21, 2012 19:25:00 GMT
 It had been a hard summer all around, and nothing was how it used to be any more. Everything was different, and different in a bad way. He knew that he shouldn't have been avoiding Risa so much, but even as he knew it, he'd still done it. The topping on the cake had been when he'd reached the platform, got her bags on board, and vanished with the vague hope of finding his friends. Only, they weren't here this year, were they? Lachlan had been taken out of school and he'd never returned, and Trent's family had gone to live overseas, wherever it was that they'd lived originally. So there actually was no one to sit with on the train really.
He'd managed to find the other guys that had been in his dorm, though they weren't really guys that he talked to very much. He'd ended up sitting there in silence as they chatted, and a gnawing feeling of guilt started to build up in his gut. Risa... He should never have left her alone on the train. She could be any where right now, god damn it.
Chase had excused himself from the carriage and headed off with the hopes of finding her, just to make sure that she was okay. He was pretty sure that he'd managed to walk the entire length of the train twice with no more luck at finding her. He felt bad, that much he knew, guilty too. He didn't want to give up, but he wasn't having much luck with finding her and was running out of places to look. He also hadn't seem Emily at all either, which worried him. Was she even coming back to school this year? God, he hoped so. He missed her more than he thought possible. There was just so much stuff that he wanted - needed - to talk to her about.
He's been so absorbed in his thoughts that he hadn't been paying attention to where he was going, and ended up crashing straight into someone walking towards him. He reached out automatically, hoping not to topple the person over. "Sorry." He managed.
"Chase?"
That caught his attention, and he looked up sharply. "Risa! Where the heck have you been? I've been looking for you." He tugged her into a hug, giving her a light squeeze. "Sorry about before."
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Post by Risa Connors on Nov 21, 2012 19:43:29 GMT
Risa just wanted to get to a bathroom, bumping into someone hadn't been part of the plan, especially not bumping into her brother.
"Risa! Where the heck have you been? I've been looking for you. Sorry about before."
She was torn between feeling relieved that he was there, wanting to be annoyed at him for leaving her before, and just running past him to find the nearest bathroom. Ultimately, though, she just stood there and allowed him to hug her. "I found Emily. She's back there." Risa pointed to the door not too far away from them that she'd just come out of, then looked back to Chase. "Where's the bathrooms on here?" She knew that there had to be some somewhere - where else would people get changed into their uniforms?
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Post by Chase Connors on Nov 21, 2012 20:21:25 GMT
"I found Emily. She's back there."
Emily...
Something deep inside of him reacted to the sound of that single word, though he was never good at explaining his feelings, so he didn't quite know what to call the feeling that was in him at that moment. Part of him wanted to just go to where Risa was pointing and talk to her, but another part of him was almost... scared to... It had been all summer, and she hadn't responded to any of his letters at all. They hadn't spoken since that night in the forest, when she's blacked out in his arms, blood gushing from her own.
It hadn't taken long after that point until the Professors had shown up - McGonagall, Dumbledore, Sprout, and a couple of other faces that had stayed well back out of the way from a while. Chase hadn't been paying attention to the faces, all he'd cared about in that moment was Emily. They'd been saying things to him - asking questions and all sorts, but he didn't hear any of it. All he could do was hold Emily tight to him, rocking like some kind of insane person, and not knowing what was going on, but not wanting to believe that the worst may have happened. All he knew was that there was blood, and lots of it.
They'd finally managed to prize her out of his arms and from what he could remember, he'd practically flipped out crazy, fighting to get away from him as they watched them carry Emily out of there. That was, until a flash of light hit him and his own world had gone black.
He'd woken in the hospital to be told that several days had passed and he'd woken just in time to catch the train back home, but he'd refused. He'd almost tore the hospital wing apart searching for Emily and screaming at them to tell him where she was. Needless to say, he'd skipped that train journey, and with a bag load of calming potions, been taken straight home by Professor McGonagall who'd then explained what had happened to his mum. A lot of the summer after that had been a blur, but one thing he did know, he hadn't seen or heard from Emily since, and no one was dishing out any details at all.
Now, Emily was just along the corridor from him, sitting in a carriage empty but for her, now Risa was out of here, and he wanted to see her - see her with his own eyes just to make sure that she really was safe and well. The last image he'd had of her in his mind was her in the forest, pale, weak, and bloody.
"Where's the bathrooms on here?"
His attention returned to his sister who stood there, clutching her bag in front of her. "It's... erm... just along there." He struggled to focus on the question at hand. "How is she?"
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Post by Risa Connors on Nov 21, 2012 20:43:04 GMT
Risa saw the change in Chase as she mentioned Emily's name and she couldn't help but watch him, curious as to what was going on inside of his head in that moment. It seemed like he was remembering something, no doubt what happened to Emily that led to her having those words on her arm.
As much as she appreciated that he was lost in his thoughts about Emily, Risa still felt incredible sick, and her mind was screaming at her to get out of there, so she broke his thoughts by asking about the bathroom. Chase pointed the way. "Thanks."
As she started to move past him, bag clutched to her, he spoke again.
"How is she?"
Risa froze and turned slowly. "Tell her it wasn't her fault, Chase. It wasn't... right?" She didn't want to believe for a minute that Emily was to blame for what happened to her dad, she wanted to believe what the guy from the ministry said - it was completely random and unfortunate.
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Post by Emily Prescott on Nov 21, 2012 23:39:32 GMT
Emily broke the smallest piece of pastry and placed into her mouth, grimacing somewhat at the taste but determined to try. Now she loved food, she truly did but lately she just couldn't stomach much of anything and it had had an extremely visible effect on the blonde. Sighing she looked up at Risa, watching with a small smile as the girl began to eat, though there was no missing how hard it appeared to be for her to do. Nerves maybe? Emily figured it may be, she'd been too nervous to stomach breakfast on her first trip to Hogwarts. As she opened her mouth to say something Risa was up on her feet, her bag in hand excusing herself to get changed. Again, before Emily could respond the young girl was gone with a flash, leaving Emily once again all alone.
Part of her debated following Risa out, and she even went as far as to stand and take the first step towards the door. However with a sigh she decided not to, Risa needed to change and Emily really hadn't built up the nerve to think about talking to anyone or answering the questions a lot of her peers were sure to have once they saw her. With a defeated sigh she sat back down but not before pulling her bag with her and putting the pastry aside, the smell of it turning her stomach.
Pulling her bag onto her lap she paused, looking out the window and the passing scenery as her head rested back against the cushioned head rest. For a moment allowing her mind to wonder, though the second it did she was snapped back to that night in the Forest. Gasping slightly she shook her head and closed her eyes, willing her heart rate to slow down. Taking a calming breath she took a few moments to relax before opening her eyes and looking down to her bag, opening it. "Get it together Emily..." she said out loud to herself, shaking her head. Really with the new year about to start, she knew she had to get a hold of herself.
Sure getting over what happened was a hell of a lot easier to say than actually do, she knew she needed to try, but really how could she do that. Everything reminded her of that night, when she slept it was all she saw, not even the Dreamless Sleeping Potion worked anymore because of how much she'd taken the weeks after it happened. Add to that how much she was missing Chase, and her guilt over not only his Dad but also what Georgina had done to him, made it impossible to move on. She felt a constant sickness and needed his forgiveness, she doubted she could ever just ask for it but she needed it, again, she didn't expect it though.
Pulling out some Muggle painkillers and some ointment from St Mungo's as well as some cotton wool Emily, closed her bag over, placing the items on the small table beside the window. The ointment would help lesson the redness and overall look of the scar a small bit, but not much. The painkillers would help with how tender it was, plus the headache she could already feel forming. Carefully she rolled up her sleeve, taking a moment to look at the word engraved there, before dabbing the ointment onto the cotton wool and tenderly pressing it to her arm.
A small hiss escaped her lips as she carefully and meticulously paid attention to every inch of the injury. Hearing the cabin door open she barely glanced up, "That was quick..." she said softly, assuming it was Risa. Taking two painkillers into her hand she swallowed them down with water and forced a smile onto her face as she began going over her arm again with the ointment, looking up only to not see Risa, but some snot nosed Slytherin, who stood with a smirk on his face. In a flash Emily had her wand out, not being able to cover the marks as she directed her wand to them, "Get the hell out..." she spat, cursing the slight tremble in her hand.
"Just wanted to make sure the rumors were true blondie..." he chuckled, his eyes flickering to her arm, Emily though remained still, "Get out!" she yelled, and sure enough he backed up, him and his friends laughing as they headed down the corridor. Emily though didn't lower her wand straight away, her eyes watered as she shook her head and finally lowered her wand. Swallowing the lump in her throat she took a breath calming her nerves, "I'm okay...it's okay..." she whispered.
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