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Date/Time: Tuesday, May 2nd, early evening
Location: Hufflepuff dorms
Open To: Puffs! Vannah, most likely, but maybe more later...
Currently Involving: Tris.
Warnings: Violence. Language.
Tristina Darcy wasn't one to get upset, cry, or do anything of that sort. She thought herself to be too strong, too stubborn, and above that sort of thing. It was a sign of weakness an d she was anything but weak. Instead of crying, the blonde got angry and frustrated and was never sure how to take things.
The second they had gotten back to the school and it sunk in that he wasn't with them, she had stalked off to the Hufflepuff dorm and, for a fleeting second, was tempted to make her way into the boys' dorm instead of her own, but the thought made her chest clench and her throat tighten, so she quickly shook her head and flew up the stairs to her own dorm.
It was the only time she could even think to let loose.
For a moment, she sat on the edge of her bed, before picking up a nearby picture frame and flinging it across the room where it hit the wall, glass shattering and littering the floor where it broke. Homework that had laid abandoned was ripped up (what was the point in homework, anyway?) and a choked sob escaped her lips as she fought crying. More items were thrown or smashed before she wiped at her teary eyes.
She couldn't let go. She wouldn't let go, either.
Moving to clean up the mess she had made, she reached for a shard of glass, but quickly jerked her hand back. A rather large slice had cut into her palm and stumbling back to her bed, she cradled her bleeding hand, whimpering just a bit in pain, sucking in a sharp breath.
... she needed to get out. Go somewhere anything to get her mind off of what was and what could be happening. With that in mind, she practically jumped off of her bed, cradling her hand as she hurried down the steps.
Location: Hufflepuff dorms
Open To: Puffs! Vannah, most likely, but maybe more later...
Currently Involving: Tris.
Warnings: Violence. Language.
Tristina Darcy wasn't one to get upset, cry, or do anything of that sort. She thought herself to be too strong, too stubborn, and above that sort of thing. It was a sign of weakness an d she was anything but weak. Instead of crying, the blonde got angry and frustrated and was never sure how to take things.
The second they had gotten back to the school and it sunk in that he wasn't with them, she had stalked off to the Hufflepuff dorm and, for a fleeting second, was tempted to make her way into the boys' dorm instead of her own, but the thought made her chest clench and her throat tighten, so she quickly shook her head and flew up the stairs to her own dorm.
It was the only time she could even think to let loose.
For a moment, she sat on the edge of her bed, before picking up a nearby picture frame and flinging it across the room where it hit the wall, glass shattering and littering the floor where it broke. Homework that had laid abandoned was ripped up (what was the point in homework, anyway?) and a choked sob escaped her lips as she fought crying. More items were thrown or smashed before she wiped at her teary eyes.
She couldn't let go. She wouldn't let go, either.
Moving to clean up the mess she had made, she reached for a shard of glass, but quickly jerked her hand back. A rather large slice had cut into her palm and stumbling back to her bed, she cradled her bleeding hand, whimpering just a bit in pain, sucking in a sharp breath.
... she needed to get out. Go somewhere anything to get her mind off of what was and what could be happening. With that in mind, she practically jumped off of her bed, cradling her hand as she hurried down the steps.