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Mary’s gaze lowered with a nod. “I agree, it really shouldn’t. We should be safe here. I’m so sorry about Dirk, it just isn’t fair. Talking might not help him, but it might make you feel better. Just a thought,” she shrugged. 

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“Awwww, but you’re here and it’s so convenient,” Nicola smirked. She hadn’t bugged someone in a while, part of her just wanted to get it out on anyone who was around. “Come on, don’t be so grumpy. Shit happens.”

Sing it out, boy they're gonna sell what tomorrow means Sing it out, girl before they kill what tomorrow brings You've got to make a choice If the music drowns you out And raise your voice Every single time they try and shut your mouth

Gabrielle was a bit taken aback by his outburst. Had she done something to make him think that she was being righteous about someone being attacked? She hoped not. The brunette didn’t like violence or confrontation of any sort, to be honest, even if her family often believed the opposite. “I’m sorry,” She said sincerely, pausing for a moment to think of what it was that she could do to make the boy feel better. It took her a little time, but then she gave him a small smile of excitement. “Do you want to make the person that was attacked some cookies? I make really good cookies and people always give people that are hurt food. We could make a cute little ‘get well soon’ basket.” She the Slytherin offered.

Caradoc’s distrust for Slytherins could rival most of Gryffindor. Perhaps some of it was prejudice, but all his experiences had been bad ones and he knew the kind of students it housed. He abhorred violence, bullies, anything that was un-Christian like. So even to hear the suggestion from Gabrielle, a girl he didn’t know all that well, only that she was a Nott but one of the nicer ones still made the skin on the back of his neck prickle. She seemed sweet enough, but he also knew her brother and sister. “I don’t think I’m good company at the moment, you seem sweet and bubbly and I don’t want to drag you down if you’re hanging out with me.” 

“Chocolate.”

“I would have to say drawing. There’s a lot more I can do with it than painting.”

Nicola had been in the hall and had witnessed his little burst of anger, a smirk growing on her lips in interest. She pushed herself off the wall she had been leaning on and walk over to be in pace with Caradoc. “Well well, someone’s snapped haven’t they?” she teased. “Are you going through some sort of moody phase now, is that it?” She knew about two students being hurt, but she hadn’t cared much. 

The last thing he needed was a goddamned pureblood in his face. Especially one like Nicola. Spoilt, arrogant, entitled bitch. At least that’s what went on in his head. “Not that it’s any of your business, Malfoy. Can’t you go find someone else to bother?” he said, moodily. 

Holding out biscuit, Oisin blinked as not only it was rejected but his company as well. “Oh, alright. No problem,” he stated, tucking the wrapped treat back into the pocket of his robes where it would be safe until later. He looked at Caradoc with concern, studying his face a moment. “You sure you don’t want some company? You’re not looking so great…no offense.” He didn’t mean for his observation to come off as rude and was just worried about the boy standing before him.

He sighed once more, coming to a halt. “I don’t know what to do, Oisin. I feel like I should be doing something, but all I keep thinking about is him. My friend. Hearing people blowing off these attacks like it means nothing. I can’t eat, I can’t sleep- I’m scared that if I do go to sleep, something else will happen.” he said, folding his arms around himself in a way of comfort. 

Mary tilted her head, just now noticing how distraught he was. She knew it must have had to do with the students in the infirmary. “You don’t have to be alone, Caradoc. Is everything alright?” The concern in her voice was clear. “If you’re worried or need someone to talk to, I’m here,” she added with a smile and a shrug.

“I don’t think talking is going to help, Mary. It certainly won’t help Dirk and it won’t help the next person attacked for no apparent reason other than for someone’s amusement. Stuff like this shouldn’t be happening. Not anymore.”

Gabrielle looked at him in concern. “Oh, okay,” She started, but he was already moving down the corridor. Moving to catch up with him, the girl gently put a hand on his arm and looked at him in concern. “Are you alright?” Eyes studied his face as the question left her lips. “I mean, you seem upset. Do you want to talk? Or, is there anything I can get you?”

No. He wasn’t alright. He felt fire within him, he was hurt and mad and sad and he honestly didn’t know how to process it all. “I’m not upset. I’m angry. I’m angry at how people can just attack someone with no motive- how people can laugh about it, say how he deserved it or that they didn’t care. How its okay to be righteous when someone other than a muggleborn gets attacked. It’s two thousand and nineteen for Merlin’s sake!”

“I can’t believe I am this behind with my homework.” Stefan muttered under his breath after having set his books at a corner table in the library. He sighed frustratingly when he realized that he didn’t have his quill with him and turned to the person seated beside him. “Do you have a spare quill?”

Caradoc was caught up, he preferred to get everything out of the way, even if he wasn’t feeling it, he liked having it all complete to allow him to do fun things. So when he heard Stefan muttering under his breath, he looked up from his musical theory book and glanced over. But then Stefan looked at him and for a split second, he just stared, unsure if he was actually speaking to him. Before shaking himself out of his reverie and reaching for his bag. “Uh, sure.” he said, bringing it out and passing it over. “Keep it, I got plenty more.” he added with a shrug before picking up his book once more. Not wanting to get involved with the Slytherin more than was needed.

“You’re welcome. Feel free to take more after if you like it.” he said with a soft smile. “Oh, they are? I would’ve thought they’d be completely cool by now. It helps me a lot. I guess it just gives me something to pay attention to instead.”

“There is literally a whole house of ‘Puff’s who will happily take these off your hands, so I might just take you up on that offer....and trust me, muffins are always best still warm.” he said, peeling back the case to take a bite. He let out a delighted moan, his stomach rumbling just a little. “I wish I could bake- but it seems my creative outlet only lies in guitar and music. Well music and running. Are you okay though?” he asked, wondering why Remus was stressed.