#unbraekabl

“oi, come on, don’t say that.” a curled lip and narrowed eyes; he’s not having it, thank you very much. that sounds particularly awful. “we all know i’ll hit it out of the park, but still, doe, it’s the pressure. you might as well have said, we’ll all day if you don’t do well, black. see how that sounds?” 

HOW HAD HE GOTTEN HERE?   slumped back against the wall,   head caught between his hands hanging down between his legs.   chest rising,   falling,   eyes all but wide as lips hang agape.   staring at the wooden floorboards,   trying to pull himself out of the trance;   escape what was coursing through his whole body that made his skin crawl,   his body all but trembling.   he doesn’t feel hands on his shoulders,   a voice speaking,   repeating something over that he can’t quite understand.   but he wants to try,   he wants to get out of this.   head slowly lifting,   eyes all but burning;   vision almost blurring as he cranes his neck to spot the girl at his side.   he blinks,   confusion in his features as he tries to get his breathing back to something steady.   he casts a glance around the now empty classroom,   doesn’t dare look to the wardrobe once front and centre of the room filled with his worst forsaken nightmare.   shaking his head, lifting his chest as he lets out a long breath.

“oh no!” there is a hesitant amount of genuine concern in her voice, nose a little scrunched. “do you mean that in a you don’t know what to say sort of way, or do you mean you’ve literally run out of words?” 

          “  do  we  have  to  do  this  right  now?  it's  so  late.  i  can't  really  afford  a  detention  right  now  either.  ”

Seamus puts his hand over his chest, making a little noise of mock offense. “Are you trying to tell me that I only do things that are foolish?” he says. “You’re breakin’ my heart, Dean Thomas. It’s not the worst idea I’ve ever had, and it’s a fair shot better than your idea.”

“You know how Mum gets,” Ginny says with a sigh, sitting down on Ron’s bed with him and curling her legs up beneath her. “She likes to play favorites. She always has. That doesn’t mean she means it. Or more importantly,” she adds, bumping his arm with her hand to get him to look at her. “It doesn’t mean it’s true.”

“I’m gonna’ fail,” Neville says again. “I can’t fail, my gran’ll kill me if I get anything less than six O.W.L.s, and no way I’m passing this potions exam. Professor Snape already said as much.” And a fair few other things, but the condescension on his face wasn’t something Neville could easily forget.

Diana feels a rush of sympathy wash over her as she looks at Cho. It’s hard, really, seeing someone she’s always admired so much look so heartbroken, so sad. The world is too full of misery. She puts out her hands to Cho. “Hold onto my hands, then,” she says. “I’ve still got hope.”