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Xyriah: Aw, love. Where are you? It'll be easier if I see you.
Xyriah: Hm... I don't know what to say. (xD)
Xyriah: Ah, love... You'll be okay... ()
Xyriah: Holy fuck... ()
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Xyriah: Did you walk in on someone? I've seen mum and dad before. It was 'orrible.
Xyriah: Are you a'right?
Xyriah: Mime?
Xyriah: Messing with her wand.
Xyriah: Pulls her sleeves down, looking around.
Xyriah: "Lemme see."
Xyriah: "Wha's wrong with your arms?" Tilts her head.
Xyriah: "Busy with what, love?"
Xyriah: "I'm not used to apologizing, either." Chuckles nervously.
Xyriah: "Sorry I snapped at yeh... 'S a habit..."
Xyriah: Apperates to him. "Love?" ()
(NELLIEWILLLEAVEHIMANDALLHEWILLHAVEISHISCARROTS- ) Xyriah: Where are you, love? I want to talk to you.
(TOBIASNEEDSHELP-) Xyriah: Mime, love?
Xyriah: Sits on the ground, tracing patterns on her arms with her wand.
Xyriah: Storms out of the common room, walking to the Great Hall. "Do not break, Xyriah." Huffs.