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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Jan 5, 2008 17:25:54 GMT
I smile slightly in encouragement despite being stuck in my own thoughts.
So now I need to decide what to do about my problem.... And if not suicide then what? I shake my head at the despair that tries to creep in.
Or maybe I'll just go back to not thinking about that....
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Post by Isabella Parker on Jan 5, 2008 17:48:57 GMT
I tlit my head slightly at his dazed look. "You okay?"
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Jan 5, 2008 17:54:46 GMT
"Yeah, sure." I shake my head, pushing aside the thoughts, but unable to suppress an unamused snort and wry smile. "Or as good as one can be when they were contemplating suicide within the last hour."
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Post by Isabella Parker on Jan 5, 2008 18:02:32 GMT
I frow slightly, "Your still not thinking about doing it are you?"
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Jan 5, 2008 18:05:03 GMT
I pause, trying to decide the answer to that myself, then shake my head. "No, I don't think I am. I can't think of any other alternatives just yet, but whatever they are they're bound to be better."
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Post by Isabella Parker on Jan 5, 2008 18:10:46 GMT
"Any thing is better than that. I just hope your situation gets way better."
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Jan 5, 2008 18:16:47 GMT
"Thank you," I nod. "Same to you." Though, in my case, I don't see how it can get much better. Chances are we'll both end up dead.
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Post by Isabella Parker on Jan 5, 2008 18:22:11 GMT
"Your quite welcome. Is there anything I can do to help at all?"
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Jan 5, 2008 18:28:48 GMT
I shrug, hesitating a moment before remembering I've already told her pretty much everything anyway. "If you have any advice at all... if you can think of any way to disobey an order yet also stay alive... I'd appreciate even the craziest suggestion."
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Post by Isabella Parker on Jan 5, 2008 18:33:27 GMT
I thought for a moment before looking at him with a brow raised, "If your talking about that then you could change your name or what you look like. Something along the lines of a new identity."
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Jan 5, 2008 18:38:09 GMT
There's a good solution for you.
I raise my eyebrows back, staring at her for a moment. "And this is why they say two heads are better than one...." I mutter. It never even occurred to me to just get out out of here... why would that be? Do I like making things more complicated than necessary?
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Post by Isabella Parker on Jan 5, 2008 18:43:12 GMT
I smile slightly, satisified that I could actually help someone.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Jan 5, 2008 18:50:15 GMT
So why does it feel like that would be a very bad idea? Just because I really do not want to?
I shake my head, smiling slightly. "If only I could be as much a help to you."
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Post by Isabella Parker on Jan 5, 2008 18:55:21 GMT
"Like I said, I'll figure it out. Thanks anyway," I say, my slight smile turning into a smile.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Jan 5, 2008 19:02:01 GMT
I nod. Since I'll most likely be dead or not around here anymore, I guess I won't get a chance to pay you back anyway.
"So...." I try to think of a topic, any topic. I shrug. "So do you happen to care at all if it's a boy or a girl?" I ask curiously.
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Post by Isabella Parker on Jan 5, 2008 19:07:58 GMT
"I can find out. I hope its a girl though. Madame Pomfry!" I yell her name. "I need a favor!"
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Jan 5, 2008 19:19:41 GMT
I laugh slightly, not even certain what's amusing me, and wait for Pomfrey to bustle back out.
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Post by Isabella Parker on Jan 5, 2008 19:25:49 GMT
She walked out of her office again, a slightly annoyed expression on her face. "What is it this time Miss. Parker?" "Is it a boy or girl?" I ask her. She rushed into her office and came back out after a moment of looking through more bottles of potion. She handed it to me and did as before. "Its... a boy. Congratulations. Anything else?" I shook my head and glanced at Fitzy.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Jan 5, 2008 19:32:35 GMT
I shrug, shaking my head at her, feeling strangely put-on-the-spot because of her look.
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Post by Isabella Parker on Jan 5, 2008 19:37:41 GMT
"Just making sure dears. Now, don't disrupt me again. I have important matters to attend to." She stated and quickly went back to her small office. I open my mouth to say something just to iritate her but shut it when I think of detention again.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Jan 5, 2008 19:40:59 GMT
I grin slightly when I notice Isabella open her mouth looking mildly crafty. "Did you actually have something to say?" I ask.
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Post by Isabella Parker on Jan 5, 2008 19:46:54 GMT
"No but retorts were running through my mind," I say with a laugh.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Jan 5, 2008 19:50:47 GMT
I laugh slightly. "Probably best if you don't ignore Pomfrey. I think she actually choses more painful treatments for you if you get on her bad side."
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Post by Isabella Parker on Jan 5, 2008 19:52:56 GMT
"Thats the reason why I decided to be nice. I don't think I want to get on her bad side."
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Jan 5, 2008 19:56:48 GMT
"No, it can be quite annoying," I agree, shaking my head.
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Post by Isabella Parker on Jan 5, 2008 20:00:25 GMT
"I didn't figure she could fit inside that small office of hers," I mutter.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Jan 5, 2008 20:06:31 GMT
I raise my eyebrows. "That's a little mean-spirited, don't you think?" I ask half-amused.
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Post by Isabella Parker on Jan 5, 2008 20:10:44 GMT
"Fitzy, I'm in Slytherin. The rude comment had to come out sooner or later..." I laugh lightly.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Jan 5, 2008 20:16:24 GMT
I laugh slightly. "Hard to argue with that.... And it's hard to believe some people are proud to belong to a house with that kind of reputation." I shake my head, wondering yet again why I'm being so open with her.
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Post by Isabella Parker on Jan 5, 2008 20:22:58 GMT
"I'm far from proud of our house, I've just learned to deal with it. Besides we don't have much longer then we graduate."
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