Owls of Apology and Open RP in Gryffindor common room.

[nicknamegirl]

((Back-dated to the day after Halloween. The first bit cut for tl;dr-ness and sort of emo!Lola.))

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Return owl, warded as best he can (which isn't great)

[bantersucks]

The handwriting was sloppier than usual, owing to the fact that the writer was still dead on his feet and trying (and failing) to get more than an hour of sleep at a time when he wrote it. But the remaining brain cells that were working told him he had to reply somehow.

Lola -

You weren't you last night. At all. I get that.

You okay? Should've kept trying Maybe you weren't wrong to Wasn't the worst

Need to crash. Tired - can't find the words. Can it wait til I can think again? I'm afraid I'm I don't want to screw up be stupid about this.

Sorry.

-Jaime

Return owl, warded and glowing

[nicknamegirl]

The owl returned, not with a message, but a small, glowing sphere of pink light. Jaime wouldn't need to receive it to make it work, but it would shine soothingly, like a gentle cosmic nightlight. And hopefully it would chase bad dreams away.

Return owl

[ibrokeaplanet]

Lola,

It's okay. I know you weren't yourself. Even if I had any doubt, the scarab confirmed the spell was real. I baited you, and if some ugly words are all I got instead of a wand zap, I count myself lucky. No harm done to me anyway - you hit a sore spot of Jaime's I think.

I'd like us to be friends too, and I've got no problem forgetting the whole thing ever happened, if you can?

- Brenda

Owl returns, pinkly warded

[nicknamegirl]

Lola wouldn't be able to forget this whole thing in a hurry. It's bad for angels to forget who they are. That way, cosmic amnesia lies. She was going to fel bad about this for a long time, even if she was forgiven by everyone she'd hurt, because that was... an angel thing.

Brenda,

I'll try, if everyone else can. Just scared I ruined everyt Thank you.

-Lola

[makeminemayday]

Lola was not the only person in the mood to burn clothes, actually.

May had been up for a while, and while she didn't remember everything that happened the night before - it had gotten really hazy towards the latter half of the night, which did not bode well - she remembered enough to send out several anonymous owls of apology, each bearing certain items that their owners might have been missing. They wouldn't have been anonymous if not for the secret identity, which she was trying to keep secret in spite of two more people figuring it out the previous nightThat finished, she had one more thing to eliminate - that damned black costume. She had no idea how it had gotten into her room, but it carried enough bad associations even without taking Halloween night into account. She couldn't simply throw it away - she had to burn it

[nicknamegirl]

Lola blinked once or twice, and then smiled carefully. "Yeah. And you're... May. You're in the play, aren't you?" She was sure she'd seen the girl around, and Lola tried to make it a point to keep track of everyone's names.

She nodded, taking another piece of paper, which was nearly torn from the force of which it had been scrawled on, and tossed it on the flames before replying, "Yeah. Bad night. Weird night." There was a moment's pause. "You listened to the radio?" Of course, more people than Lola must have. She just hadn't seen any around, being much too busy with her moronic plans of world - or at least Hogwarts - domination.

[makeminemayday]

May nodded, although the mention of the play made her grimace - it was related to the reason she'd gone after a certain person in the first place. "Yep, one line, but it counts."

She sat down in the unoccupied chair, watching the flames devour the piece of paper. "Yeah. I had to write a LOT of owls this morning." And that had only covered the people she knew she'd wronged. "Not expecting any replies." Partly because the owls had to be anonymous, partly because she'd done some pretty nasty stuff the previous night. There was still that hazy portion of memory, and some guy in blue armor she'd been trying to kill and she had no idea who that was.

The flash of memory made her clench the wadded spandex tighter, kneading it in her hands and nearly tearing it apart. "I don't remember everything that happened. There's this big chunk of the night that's fuzzy at best, and that really worries me. What I do remember... was pretty bad." She glanced over at Lola. "You too?"

[nicknamegirl]

Lola kept feeding the fire, nodding. "Me too. Well, two owls... And the people I hurt figured out I hadn't been myself, but, you know..." She shrugged. "Doesn't undo what I did." Nothing could. There'd be lots and lots of redemption, which she hadn't quite figured out how to do yet.

She saw the piece of fabric in May's hands, and then turned her eyes back to the fire, in case it wasn't something she was supposed to see. "Burning some of the things you did helps," she said evenly. "I wrote some stuff down... Stupid things. Like plans to take over the world..." Lola looked suitably embarrassed. "Anyway, it's being burned now. Don't let me hog the fire, in case you want to get rid of something, too."

Lola looked up. "There's the no-kill spell," she pointed out. "So... it can't be that bad, whatever you did. Nothing you can't do better."

[totallyluminous]

You don't need to be an angel to know something's up with La Sanchez. The fact she's just done a Hedda Gabler of burning a manuscript is cause for concern. Slightly distracted from looking after Brice, Mel enters the common room and starts towards the staircase before pausing, and then heads towards her best friend.

Her face is pale from worry, and there are dark circles under her eyes, but she looks concerned only for her soulmate as she sinks to the floor next to Lola. Brice can, for the moment, cope. She holds out her hand as she says, quietly;

'Hey, babe.'

[nicknamegirl]

Lola's face softened the second she felt Mel there. Oh thank God... There was a face she always wanted to see. Especially now. She smiled tiredly and leaned her head against Mel's shoulder.

"Hey carita," she murmured. And then, because she would like to think of something else just for a second before everything came spilling out of her, "How's Brice? I heard he's getting out real soon."

Had Mel noticed the large amount of evil around? Lola wasn't sure. Maybe it hadn't reached the Hospital Wing, where she knew Mel spent most of her time now.

[totallyluminous]

Mel puts an arm around her friend. 'Yeah. Constantly whining about how bored he is, but he's asleep now. He's got into the weirdest sleep pattern...he was really hyper last night...' She trails off. This is not stuff you really want to dump on his ex, not when she looks battered and and tired and sick. And whiffs--just a little bit--of pure, unadulterated evil.

Mel had also been a little restless the night before. She squeezes her soulmates's shoulder carefully, plopping a kiss onto her hair and sending a few vibes singing down Lola's body.

'Want to talk about it?' They should both know what 'it' is, after all.

[nicknamegirl]

Lola closed her eyes, trying to relax in Mel's arms. This was better. She was starting to come back. She exhaled shakily and mumbled, "Sounds like him. He's odd."

She nodded quietly and bit her lip to not burst into tears. "Yeah. It's... Last night. I did some really bad things..." And that was when the damm broke and she couldn't hold back the choked sobs. "I don't know what came over me," Lola hiccuped and burrowed her face into Mel's hair. "One minute I was fine but then I listened to the radio and I was starting to think really bad thoughts and I called Jaime a freak and I don't know if he'll talk to me know and what do I do if he doesn't..." Her voice broke completely and faded into a sniffling whimper. "I'm sorry, Boo... I'm really, really sorry." She wasn't sure what she was apologising for. Maybe for not making any sense.