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[margietheshy]

Week Name/Date/Time: 'Join the Club' / Wednesday, March 15th, 2006 / 8:30 pm
Location: Ravenclaw Common Room
Open To: Tom
Currently Involving: Margie

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[tom_paddock]

Tom'd been waiting all day to see Margie. Actually no, he'd been waiting since the attacks and she was shipped off to St. Mungo's to see her. He wanted to make sure that she was okay now, but apparently she wasn't anywhere to be seen.

So Tom sat there in an armchair waiting for Margie to finally come down and make an appearance. When she finally did make an appearance though, Tom bolted over to her like a parent who's about to scold their child for staying out past curfew. "And where do you think you're going?" he questioned, hands now on hips.

[margietheshy]

If Margie had known that Tom was worried about her well being she would of been around earlier...or maybe not. The point is that she would feel bad about it all but had wanted the peace and quiet before having to answer loads of questions. As it was she didn't like to talk about the attack.

She flinched when she heard his voice though, coming to a sudden halt and wondering if she really needed to talk. Turning around towards him, she gave a small shrug and a shy smile, "To look out the window."

He almost reminded her of her mother with his hands on his hips and all. It was odd. And almost funny but she couldn't very well find the will to laugh at it right now, no she felt almost ashamed at being caught trying to avoid everyone. Especially her friends.

[tom_paddock]

Tom wasn't neccesarily hound Margie with questions...or atleast not many. Just the neccasary ones like 'Are you okay' and 'What was it like'. It wasn't everyday that someone was attacked by demeantors afterall!

"Okay!" Tom said, walking over to the window with her and taking his hands off of his hips. He didn't want to be compared to her parents, thank you very much, even if Margie hadn't said anything about it yet. "So how are you feeling?"

[margietheshy]

Yep Margie knew that it wasn't very often that a student was attacked by dementors and/or Death Eaters. As it was she had had trouble trying to tell the nurses about it so that they could help her out, but telling a friend? She wouldn't wish it on anyone, even an enemy if she was ever unfortunate to have one. Not even those Slytherins Avis didn't like.

Margie followed him over to the window and slowly sat down in a chair that was close to it. Bringing her legs up, she ignored the shot of pain that came from her stomach as she pulled her legs to her chest. It was fine, she could deal with it, besides she was alive wasn't she?

"Fine," she said, looking up at the stars and visibly calming down a little bit. She loved them, really she did. And not being able to listen to music, hum, or even look at the stars for the past few days had been horrible and she didn't fancy doing it ever again. "You?"