For most of the day, Murph hadn't wanted to do anything. He didn't bother going to classes, and the only time he got out of bed was the relieve himself or eat. He kept fluctuating between anger and resentment. For the moment he had stopped punching everything in sight, but it was only to sulk at the world around him.
When the door opened, Murph's head shot up, senses on full alert and ready to spring out of bed and hurt someone physically if it was an unwelcome visitor.
It was Hermione. Good. Letting his guard down he looked blankly at her, curious as to what she would say. At her words Murphy cracked a small grin. "Who'm I t'argue with statistics? Lemme say hullo t'Crookshanks."
Hermione offered a smile and walked across the room with Crooks draped contentedly in her arms. She sat down on Murph's bed and let the cat plop down next to Murph in a furry heap.
"Well, he's happy anyway," she mused. She bit her lip though, uncertain of what to say in regard to the Fred matter. She wasn't normally one for violence, but she thought it would feel fantastic to punch Fred in the jaw. "I took notes for you in class. And... I already started on your potions homework, because no one feels up to potions even on a good day."
Stretching his hand out to the cat, Murph scratched it behind the ears, smirking to himself as Crookshanks purred and seemed to snuggle into the bed. He was already starting to feel a bit better. Hermione was right, as usual. He really shouldn't have been surprised.
"Thanks," he replied to his friend, squirming on the bed and avoiding the elephant in the room. "Did I miss anythin' important? An' by important I mean someone boilin' their fingers off or somethin'."
If ever the pleasure of one has to be bought by the pain of the other, there better be no trade. A trade by which one gains and the other loses is a fraud. -- Dagny Taggart, "Atlas Shrugged"
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When the door opened, Murph's head shot up, senses on full alert and ready to spring out of bed and hurt someone physically if it was an unwelcome visitor.
It was Hermione. Good. Letting his guard down he looked blankly at her, curious as to what she would say. At her words Murphy cracked a small grin. "Who'm I t'argue with statistics? Lemme say hullo t'Crookshanks."
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"Well, he's happy anyway," she mused. She bit her lip though, uncertain of what to say in regard to the Fred matter. She wasn't normally one for violence, but she thought it would feel fantastic to punch Fred in the jaw. "I took notes for you in class. And... I already started on your potions homework, because no one feels up to potions even on a good day."
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"Thanks," he replied to his friend, squirming on the bed and avoiding the elephant in the room. "Did I miss anythin' important? An' by important I mean someone boilin' their fingers off or somethin'."
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If ever the pleasure of one has to be bought by the pain of the other, there
better be no trade. A trade by which one gains and the other loses is a fraud.
-- Dagny Taggart, "Atlas Shrugged"
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