Jan 22, 2006 12:51
WHAT. THE. FUCK.
Charlotte. I...GOD. Are you...can I talk to you?
FLETCHER, I DON'T CARE HOW SUICIDAL YOU ARE, YOU ARE DEAD. I HOPE BELLA TORTURES YOU TO WITHIN AN INCH OF YOUR LIFE, SO THAT I CAN KILL YOU.
EDIT: I'm sorry. Forgive my talk of revenge. I...
never mind.
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Oh dont worry, apparently she already has. I heard a group talking about it in the hallway.
*nods*
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yes, professor. i won't resort to anything illegal. benjy has reminded me of my priorities.
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Allan, maybe you should look after your sister and save revenge for later?
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*written in shakey handwriting*
God....
I couldn't protect her....
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Don't blame yourself for this. This isn't your fault, mate.
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...if it helps, I'm in Bella's dorm now. So I'm safe. And Antonin sent me some great comics so, y'know, I have my mind off of... it.
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...Are you all right? Is there ... anything I could do?
I'm sorry. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you from this.
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...um, I'm doing a lot better. Just talking to me helps. Or wait. Lockhart's your friend, right...? Could you ask him to maybe, um, shut his fat mouth?
It's not your fault. It's no one's fault but Fle-... his and mine for trusting him...
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He's not my friend anymore, if he ever was one. I'll tell him.
I should have been more watchful of him. After all that I knew of him, and yet still I let him...
Um. I. What am I supposed to do?
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