Tragic moments Pv/Finished

"you sure?" She pointed at the wet spots, "Your a mess" she pointed out.
In truth Clair was most likely more of a mess, inside and out, but Simon had faced his own loss earlier, so maybe he was just doing better then her.
As she sat there, this deep void seemed to open up inside her, getting bigger and bigger.
She looked at him, "Duh, I'm not missing classes for anything, I'll die First." She brushed her hair out of her face, ew, wet tears, mixed with hair? Grossss.
The Ravenclaw looked at him, "Of course, but YOU, eat! Wow, the world is really turning upside down."
And then she realized that that deep void, that had been digging, it was actually digging a well, fresh tears streamed out, "Why am I crying?" She asked looking at her hands which had splashes of tears, it was stupid to ask why she was crying when the answer we right there, in that letter.
Part of her wanted to tear the letter apart, but the other part of her wanted to hold it tightly, forever.
To stay stuck in this moment of ever sadness.
She looked at Simon, the best one can with her eyes are full of these stupid tears, and said "well, I think I should get going to class."
(Wc 222)
@Simon Kincaid

"Alright, then we'll meet here at the Entrance of the Great Hall when lunch begins and eat out in the Courtyard." He didn't even care if there was going to be sun by noon-time, he just wanted to be there for his friend. He was too young to remember his mother's death, but he had friends who's grandparents died and who's parents had gotten divorced (which was a sort of loss) and just recently he had gone through learning about the death of a dear friend. He understood, even if he didn't know her pain personally - at least he had some idea. It hurt, and the last thing he wanted was for Clair to feel alone in all this. Honestly, he would try and check up on Izzy too. Sure, she'd probably shut him out, but he could at least state his condolences and offer her support.

"And I'll walk you to your first class. Lead the way." He hoped that Belle had notified the school as well of Misty Fernandez's passing and that hopefully the professors caught the update. He would hate for Clair, as dedicated to her studies as she was, be scolded for lack of attention today. He thought about telling the professors first hand, under the disguise of asking a basic question about an assignment to get them alone, but he felt that really probably wasn't his place. The last thing he'd want right now is do anything to upset his dear friend.

Clair nodded, how kind this boy was, to offer to walk her to class, to take time out of his day to sit with her, she wiped tears from her eyes, standing up straighter she half heartedly smiled, if anything that smile was even sadder then the tears.
She Smushed the letter that still sat in her hands, this letter was going to die tonight, it would burn in the common room's fire place, just like it needed too.
After crushing it she pushed it into her pocket, maybe she could turn it into something later, like a pile of ashes.
She started walking, falling into step beside Simon, (should he start walking) Clair walked beside him, "what classes do you have today? I've got Charms first, and then flying, and then Herbology, and then lunch and then..." She paused, "Um I'm not sure, if I'm free i might see if i can go for a ride on my Broom, maybe practice some moves."
She wiped a tear that was trying to sneak out away, no she was done crying, or at least for now, who knew what five seconds could bring?
Well she figured that if she just kept doing things then she would be ok, she would be able to keep her mind away from it, from her Mum, this was proving to be harder then she thought.
(wc 231)
@Simon Kincaid

"Transfigurations," he said, knowing that was probably a little why that class was a struggle for him. He was awake, and he'd do his best to pay attention, but he didn't seem to fully wake up and be his usually spunky self until his second class. Maybe it was that, maybe it was something else. He had once ready something about dhampirs not being the best spellcasters in one of the books in the Library. Could be. Transfigurations used a lot of spells, and the class of Charms wasn't his strongest either. He always had preferred Potions and Herbology out of all his classes.

Simon took hold of Clair's hand as they walked through the halls and he swung their hands gently, just trying to give her another sensation on which she could focus on and maybe distract her from her thoughts. Unlikely, but still, he wanted to try.

They went up to the Third Floor and to the Charms classroom where he'd have to leave her. He knew this was going to be a rough haul for his friend but she was strong. "I'm here for you," he whispered to her, gently bringing his hand now to under her chin to gently lift her head up to look at him. Simon gave her a soft smile and leaned down to gently kiss the top of her head again.

Clair let him hold her hand, swinging it back and fourth, it was doing something to help, just a little.
When they got to the door, Clair looked at Simon, "Thank you, Thank you so so much, for everything." She leaned into him once more, just for five more minutes, she wished she could stick to Simon forever, like a koala and her Mum, yet Simon Would be the Mum, oh ouch that thought hurt, did everything go back to her mum?
She looked at Simon again, "I don't know what I'd be without you, honestly." And she meant it, with all her heart, she knew that the next few days, weeks or even months would be hard, but with Belle and Maybe Izzy, and certainly Simon, she was sure she would get through it, one step at a time, she would get through the mist one day, and the other side would be so pretty, and yet Misty would be with her still, in her heart, and she would carry that with pride.
She smiled at Simon, before hugging him one last time and then she turned and entered the class room, ready to learn, ready to learn about magic, yet not ready to leave her Mum,
(wc 209)
@Simon Kincaid

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