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Quinlan had to admit, when he first heard sobbing from the abandoned toilets... he thought he was going to get a chance to see one of the schools more elusive ghosts, and one of it’s more depressing sounding ones.

It was also a reasonable explanation for why the toilets were abandoned to begin with, since who wanted to be doing anything that personal someplace where a ghost might ... interrupt... but apparently it also made for an excellent retreat when you wanted someplace that looked as miserable as you might feel.

He let the door swing closed behind him as he stepped in, eyebrows knotting in puzzled concern as he took in the scenario.

“Uh... hey. You alright in here? I heard you and wanted to make sure you didn’t need help or something.”

He didn’t use the word “crying” because he didn’t know how she’d feel about having that pointed out, but there was clearly something going on. The colors on the scarf she was wearing made him a little wary besides. He’d only met a handful of Gryffindor so far, and two of the three hasn’t taken to him, and he wasn’t sure how far that trend was going to carry.

“Quinlan Knight by the way, er... Hi.”

@Emily Flower

Laura was heading to the abandoned toilets for a bit of peace and quiet, but she heard someone crying. Laura rushed over to the door, but didn't want to be seen she hid behind a wall and looked in. There was a Hufflepuff student like Laura and a Gryffindor student who was crying.
Laura looked away and tried to make it look natural as if she had just walked in. She walked in and asked the Gryffindor student if she was ok, but she carried on crying into her hands. Laura then saw a howler on the floor she picked up a few pieces and it said " Sorted into Gryffindor not Slytherin" Laura looked at the Gryffindor sadly. She controlled herself not to write to the students parents and say that it wasn't her fault she wasn't in Slytherin she was more brave then cunning.
Laura felt rather sad about what that letter said it wasn't her fault. A tear trickled down Laura's cheek, but Laura tried to hide that she was crying because she didn't want the Hufflepuff student thinking she was weird. So Laura decided to introduce herself she said "I'm Laura, uhh I'm a Hufflepuff" Laura felt hopeless she didn't know what to say to the students.

Emily looked up at both of the Hufflepuff students. She then pointed to the holler on the floor and a scar on her arm. "Hi m-m-my name is Emily Flower! As you can hopefully see I'm getting bullied by my own siblings and all of my siblings friends! And maybe some other people that I don't know!" Emily said to them.

She then looked at the scar and she saw more blood coming out of it! Emily looked at her other scars all over her body and they were also bleeding. Emily was too scared to look at her scars so she just looked at the two Hufflepuff students that were talking to her. Emily looked at a mirror and she saw a bunch of scars on her forehead, face, neck, arms, and all over her body! She didn't really want anyone to see them but she was sure that the two Hufflepuff students already saw them.

Emily then looked at the floor. There was blood on the floor. Her blood was on the floor! She didn't know what to do! She only hoped that the two Hufflepuff's didn't see any of her blood on the floor when they came in. But she was sure that they did.

Quin blinked, glancing sidelong at the other Hufflepuff student, the one who seemed to be trying to piece together the confetti pieces left over from the Howler. (He hadn’t personally encountered one, and when he investigated them later, would be quite pleased to have missed this particular novelty of Wizarding mail.)

“Wait... I... let’s start like I missed the fun. What’s everyone seem to be so upset at you? he patted down his robe with an absent frown, as though he might have remembered to put bandaids into a pocket... but with magical spells that could heal most wounds he’d gotten out of habits he usually maintained at home for long walks.

“Those looks like they’ve gotta smart... did you cut yourself on something in here?”

He sort of hoped not, it seemed -grubby- and dejected in here, and he didn’t trust the taps in this particular bathroom to produce clean, warm water instead of a soggy, put out specter.

It couldn’t be the entire Slytherin house either... or he’d be rather surprised if it was. Opeila he’d only really met briefly but while cool and regal, and having mannerisms that made her feel older than she probably was... she didn’t strike him as the kind to bully. That took a certain active malice that he couldn’t picture in her from their brief encounters. Bullying though, he guessed he could see where a handful of spiteful students might make it feel like the entire school were against someone... and what he knew of siblings... as an only child. Well he knew they could be obnoxious from old friends in the non magical world. It would help to know the details though.

He edged forward to hold out a hand, asking to take a better look at the bleeding mark. It liked as though her scar might have been re opened, and it made the pit of his stomach flip flop to think how a new wound could follow an old one.

“Tell us about it, it’ll help.”

Then maybe they could get her to the nurse, it looked like she’d body slammed a full length mirror and it was eerie.

"...I'm getting bullied by my own siblings, all of the Slytherins and some other people in other houses including Gryffindor!"

Those were not the words Opeila expected to hear when she entered the abandoned bathroom. The young Slytherin wondered why she was actually still surprised when she met people here- The place seemed far less abandoned than the name made it sound. This time it was three students she walked in on. Two girls and a boy- a very familiar boy actually. Normally she would have sent Quin a friendly smile and greeted the small group, but her attention was completely directed at a girl with red-ish brown hair, who had obviously just been crying and was covered in bleeding cuts.

An envelope was lying on the ground. Opeila, despite growing up with a witch grandmother and mother, was about as familiar with the magical world as a second year muggleborn would be, so the young girl did not recognize it as a howler. Not that it mattered right now anyway.
Opeila felt like she wanted to sigh. What was this girl doing here? Was it so hard to have reasonable thoughts and do reasonable things? Apparently. She was standing in front of a mirror, so she could have...

The girl's words for sure angered Opeila, as they were complete and utter lies that the girl was telling shamelessly to... what even? Gain sympathy? Opeila's best friends were in Gryffindor and Slytherin and while she did not know or like everyone, she could only think of one person who would injure another for the sake of bullying them.

After standing speechless in the entrance for a few seconds, Opeila slowly held up three fingers, looking at the injured girl. "Three things. One- Do you know what you are doing there? It has a name: Slander. You are dragging the name of every Slytherin, who has never met you, through the dirt. I don't know anyone in Slytherin who would injure for the sake of bullying, so I dare say that you are lying right now. Also it would be interesting to hear what you are being bullied for.", she started, her green eyes looking at the girl with unmistakable disapproval. Taking the first finger down, she continued. "Two- What on earth happened to you? Where do those injuries come from? Are they magical?" The Slytherin glanced at the other two for a moment. Opeila did not know a counterspell for magical injuries, but she knew that it was taught in year three. She would surely be able to find an elder who could help the girl.

"And three- Why are you here and not in the hospital wing? You are obviously strong enough to stand and walk, so why did you come here? Did you plan to bleed out?" The second year frowned. "Nurse Brumby would be able to heal you in under twenty seconds. Come on, I'll help you get there." However bad the first impression was that Opeila got of the girl, she was not heartless. She would certainly not leave an injured first year behind.

Emily looked at the Slytherin girl confused. She then looked away. Emily then looked at the boy. She looked at the scar on her arm and she shook her head meaning that she didn't hurt herself there. She then pointed at the mirror then back at her hoping that the boy understood that she has more scars than the one on her arm.

"My siblings gave me these scars! Also, I'm not telling a lie! People are bullying me because they are listening to my siblings who are in Slytherin! I don't think you know them anyway! I also didn't want to go to the Hospital Wing just yet. Plus I'm good here anyway! I'm Emily! Emily Flower! Emily said to the Slytherin girl.

Emily was no longer confused with the Slytherin girl anymore! She was hoping that she'll have some friends and no more enemies because she has a lot of enemies already!

"Hey do you guys want to be my friends? I don't have any friends! I only have enimes! So, do you guys want to be my friends? Emily asked the two girls and the only boy! Hopefully, they said yes! Or at least two of them say yes!