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Lucas: Wraps an arm around her, sighing. Xyriah: Sighs, thinking to Raine. Rainie, love. Come to the common room, dear. "Let's go to my common...
Xyriah: Nods. "And we have to tell Aunt Cissy..." Lucas: "S'alright, love. We can do this."
(Okie-) Xyriah: Squeezes his hand, looking at her feet. Lucas: Smiles sadly.
Lucas: Lays next to her, smiling. Xyriah: Looks at his hand, taking it reluctantly.
Xyriah: "Thanks." Lucas: Nods.
Xyriah: Nods, sniffing. "C-Come with me please...?" Lucas: Sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Raine Riddle 11 First year [img] Patronus: Rat Loud, childish, rude to people she doesn't know, loyal, flinchy, jittery, always giggling...
Xyriah: Takes it gently, frowning. "Sure..." Lucas: "My father and my little sister Raine..."
Lucas: Sniffs. "Hm.." Xyriah: Stands. "I need to go tell Raine. My sister. First year." Wipes her eyes. (MUST FIND PICTURES-)
Lucas: "Oh..." Xyriah: Sighs, whimpering. (Okie. :3)
Lucas: "They're that bad...?" Xyriah: "Dammit! And my little sister... O-Oh my god..." Falls back on her bed, burying her face in her hands.
Lucas: Nods. (OH-) Xyriah: Freezes, paling. "What am I supposed to tell my... My father...?"
Xyriah: Sniffs, unpacking. "Just a bit." Lucas: Sighs.
Xyriah: Whirls around again. "Fine. I'll stay. But it doesn't mean I'm going to forgive you right away." Lucas: "She's staying."
Xyriah: Flinches. "What?" Lucas: "I'll get her to stay, Johanna. She won't be the same, but she'll stay. I promise."
Xyriah: Pulls her hand away, turning back to her bag. "I'm sorry... But I'm not staying in this hell." Lucas: "She'll be fine, Johanna. She's a...
Lucas: "She deserved it, Jo! It was either you or her. I wasn't going to let her take you from me." Xyriah: Frowns, wiping her eyes. "My mother...
Xyriah: "I either leave, or kill meself. I'm not staying here." Lucas: "No you aren't, Jo! I love you with all my heart."
Lucas: "Please don't go..." Xyriah: "Talk all yeh want. I won't be listenin'." Turns back around, packing.
Xyriah: Whips around, glaring. "What do you want?" Lucas: "J-Jo?"