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[soul_of_falcon]

[OOC:Open log for Nami and Ryu.]

[OOC: Nami-mun I wasn't quite sure how you wanted to do this and by your absence last night I assumed it'd be hard for you to get on AIM tonight, thus I've started this. However, I am unsure how you want me to start it, thus I will post first after we discuss exactly how we wish to go about this~]

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[heart_tangerine]

[ sorry about that. x_x! I've been sick for the past few days. If you still wanna log it, then that's okay. I'm better now. But I don't think I'll be able to get on AIM until Monday night; we have company, lots of it, for the next couple of days.

Anywho, if you want, I could start it? But either way, Nami will be in the Gryffindor room, curled up on one of the chairs. She'll be looking blank, all of her liveliness is gone, and she'll keep touching her stomach, where she got branded. It will also be very easy to tell that she was crying. ]

[soul_of_falcon]

[Sure~! It'd be excellent if you could start the log. We''ll use this to do it in~! :3 I've not known what to do with Ryu these last couple days!]]

[soul_of_falcon]

[XD I'll post first on second thought, I have a couple ideas, and I might as well embrace the creativity therein]

The halls were remarkably empty as Ryu strode towards the Gryffindor tower, carrying two large and steaming heavy-weave baskets he had gotten the house elves to fill with warm foods and drinks. The egg; Haro, was cradled safely against his chest by a long piece of fabric which was tied securly around his right shoulder to his left hip, and fastened tightly on his back.

Because his last class had been with Professor Johnson, the large ninja was wearing a minimal of uniform, the black robe draping overtop an otherwise bare chest. His hair was still tousled around his face because of the run, and merely added to the shaggy appearance he bore this day.

'Eggborn' Ryu muttered quietly at the portrait that lay between himself and the Gryffindor common room. As he had expected, the room was empty, the ever-roaring fireplace making the only noise to be had in the pleasantly lit room

[heart_tangerine]

Pirate. Hunted. Death. Maps. The burning. The pain. She was entranced by the fire, her eyes barely blinking as she watched the wood burn. The smell of the fire making her nauseous, but she was too lost to move. The tip of her finger tracing the burn, over and over and over. This was how it was like to spiral down into nothingness. It was like her whole world crumbled before her

[soul_of_falcon]

Her smile was porcelian, Ryu's eyes seeing through the feeble mask she tried to slide overtop the pain and depression she had been wrapping herself in not seconds before. Why was it that so many saw it fit to hide their pain, what horrible abuse of trust had occurred to mark the tangerine-haired woman with such distrust.

Even now, when Ryu could sense that the pain was there, see the torment in her eyes, their gaze only having to have connected for mere seconds before the long-haired teen understood.

Ryu placed his hand on Nami's gently, looking up at the porcelain figure that sat before him. ".....What happened?" He asked after several minutes of silence, trying to assure the other with his gaze, that he would not, could not, betray her trust.

[heart_tangerine]

His hand was warm, but it was a good kind of warm and she felt her smile break. Her lips wer the first to break, they trembled a little before they set into a frown. Then her eyes, already broken began to mist over. She tried to bite at her trembling lip. She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing got past the lump in her throat.

Nami sat silent for a little bit, she held his hand in her own. Idly playing with his fingers, his hand so much bigger than hers. She felt so tiny, so breakable. She knew she was stalling for time, and trying to keep the last bit of her strong was beginning to be more difficult after every passing second.

Finally she let his hand go, her own hands going to her lap as her head bowed in defeat. " I.. " her voice cracked so she cleared her throat. " I'm... in trouble. "

Her slender shoulders began to shake and she buried her face in her hands.