Who: Blaise and Shaela What: An unfortunate run-in When: Late Tuesday night/early Wednesday Morning Where: TBD Why: Because Shaela's feeling self-destructive and Blaise is just destructive? Warnings/Rating: um, yes? TBD
Shaela had written the note to Morag knowing full well part of it was a lie. She wasn't fine. It hadn't passed. She wasn't sure what it was, but it was painful. And she couldn't escape it. She couldn't sleep, and she really just wanted out of the castle. Percy hadn't written to her. Ginny hadn't spoken to her. Everything just was going wrong, except Morag, which wasn't as much comfort to her as she wanted it to be. Two months ago, she'd have been ecstatic. Now, she was just lost.
Irritated, she broke curfew, heading out to begin Morag's laundry. She knew she really shouldn't be out, less for any punishment she'd receive for being out doing chores, but more because students regularly broke curfew and the ones who did were not ones she generally wanted to meet. Perhaps that had been part of the drive. She wasn't sure and didn't care.
Heading down the corridor, she was lost in thought, not really paying attention to where she was going, just feeling the stone against her bare feet, having chosen her own penance for flights of fancy.