The morning after...

[find_me_soaring]

She hadn't slept all night. The ceiling was filled with questions still unanswered.
Maybe, just maybe she thought something would come out of the slotted beams, some sort of response that would make sense of everything.

But nothing.
Alicia slept quietly in the bed across from her. She'd asked Angie the night before when she'd come in late where she

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[many_more_miles]

ooc: i'll reply! when i get the time :)

[many_more_miles]

ooc: Okay, since I haven't been around and will be slow with replying to even this (though I love you for including me!!!) I have questions. When did Riley and Angie start dating? And when did this whole thing between Angie and her dad happen? I'm so behind! lol - Update me on everything!

It was early morning, meaning he could get to the kitchens in time for fresh breakfast food without having to deal with a crowded Great Hall. He didn't even make it out of the dungeons, though, before he saw a familiar figure.

"Miss Johnson," he acknowledged politely, not about to stop her on her way to (probably) see Riley. However, when he saw the way she walked, so unlike her usual, confident self, he stopped himself and blocked her path. "There's something wrong. Tell me."

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Angie looked up and didn't try to hide her face or the bruises. Her chin was in bad condition, purple and discoloured. Her hair was mostly covering it but now she found who she went looking for.

"I need your help." She said quickly, being sure to look around. Angie didn't want to deal with anyone else right now.
"I can't fix it myself. I'm rubbish with healing spells and I can't go to Pomfrey. Please." Angie was vulnerable and she looked it. Not her normal confident self. Even Miles could tell.

ooc: For this post the thing happened the day before. This is the next day(so saturday LAST weekish)
Rileya nd Ange have been dating since, I'd say about January ish? Mind you I'm probably wrong. But it's common knowledge. They'd been together for at least two months.
That should be good for now. You were around for some of the Fred/Angie/Riley drama right?

[many_more_miles]

Miles's jaw clenched, and he had to physically try to keep calm. "Everyone's asleep, so just stay here for a second so I can get my medicines." He ran back into the common room, up to his dorm (not really caring if someone heard him because, afterall, he was Miles and no one any longer questioned his behavior ever), grabbed his medicine case, and rushed back to Angelina all in under a minute.

"Come on," he said through gritted teeth, but trying to sound gentle. Miles placed his hand gently on her back to guide her while also being ready to support her if she needed it. Not far down the hall was an empty classroom that was once used for potions years ago. "Sit on one of the desks and uncover any of your injuries."

He was already pulling out different supplies on a longer table.

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She did what he said, pulling a hair tie from around her good wrist and picking up her hair. A wince and a quick exhale she was able to get her hair up exposing the worse of it.

The side of her neck was bad, finger prints dark in her skin from a grip too hard on her shoulder. The dark bruise on her face reached from under her chip to her split bottom lip. It had only been a few hours and already it was turning colours.

Her wrist was just as bad, painfully twisted and swollen, a different shade. Sitting up on the desk she made sure not to support her weight with her wrist, sitting with her head looking down at the supplies being placed on the table.

Painful silence filled the space.