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[vancealot]

*blinking back tears*

So, I'm leaving early. My mom's here and I'm leaving early and bye guys. See you next year.

*grabs hastily-packed trunk and flees for door with mother in tow*

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[buff_hufflepuff]

Emm?

*sees the tears*

What's... wrong?

[vancealot]

*whirls to face him*

*tears flow over*

*coldly*

It's over, Amos. Goodbye.

[buff_hufflepuff]

...

*swallows*

I - *can't even say anything because there's nothing to say*

[vancealot]

*takes this as confirmation*

*face crumples*

*turns and runs for exit*

[kinnonme]

Emmy? Emmy!

*runs after her*

Yeah, hi, Mrs. Vance--yes, I'm fi--yes, I eat!--Mrs. Vance, can this wait?

Emmy, what's wrong?

As MAMA VANCE

[vancealot]

Darling Marlene, of course it simply cannot wait. What are they serving you here? Haven't you been eating my gnomes?

Re: As MAMA VANCE

[kinnonme]

*rolls eyes* Very delicious food, I assure you and no, I haven't, the last time you served gnome I was sick in bed for three days.

Re: As MAMA VANCE

[vancealot]

Darling Marlene, I'm insulted. Not the actual gnome, the toy ones! They're very nutritious, didn't Emm tell you? I baked them myself.

[vancealot]

--MAMA VANCE--
Hello, my boy! And who do I have the pleasure of addressing?

--EMMELINE--
*sniffles*
Oh, no, Benj, you're a dear.
*suddenly hugs tightly*
Have a good Christmas, okay?

[vancealot]

Oh, yes, maybe I do. Did. Don't?
I'm sure she's lovely, my boy.

--

*bites lip*
I--I'll try *voice breaks*, but thanks anyway.

[bubbly_bertha]

*accidentally bumps into her*

Ooops, sorry Emm--*notices her almost crying* Oh, no. Are you okay?

[vancealot]

I--

*bites hand for a second until she calms down*

No, I'm not, but thanks, Bertha.

*watery smile*

[bubbly_bertha]

*hugs her*

Did, uh, Amos do anything? *frown*

[vancealot]

It's that o-obvious?

*bursts out crying*

[ihavemanslaves]

*walks up to her sadly*

*pats her on the back comfortingly*

I know exactly how you feel.

[vancealot]

*is going to bite through her lip at this rate*

Shit, Fabian. I'm so, so sorry.

*very sad attempt at a smile*

Perhaps we should start a support group?

[ihavemanslaves]

*shrugs*

Don't worry about me, worry about you.

*smiles half-heartedly*

Yeah, we should. What shall we call it?