"Everything." Anthony dropped his head into his hand, forgetting about the tea for the moment. They hadn't decided to tell everyone about the trap, right? Just the DA and friends. Teachers and healers still thought that the accident was from practicing their curses. So how much of that could he really get into here? "I was there when Neville got hurt. I got into a fight with Stephen. Lost my magic." Like it was a damn set of keys and he would find it in a couple of days, shoved under the sofa cushions in the common room. If only it were that easy. "Immediately proposed to my boyfriend, because that's the way to handle something like losing my magic, push it to the side and don't deal with it. I stopped going to almost all of my classes. I think I have... something for Kevin, but I can't because I asked my boyfriend to marry me because I was scared and he was there! AND! Something is wrong with Stephen. He wont tell me what but he's terrified and I can't help him and I don't know what to do. So obviously, I gouged my fucking arm open because what else would I do?"
Anthony stopped and fell back against the back of the seat he had taken, trying to catch his breath. Anthony didn't talk much about his own personal problems with other people. He liked to take on theirs and add it to his own when he couldn't solve something immediately. But when he finally started talking about himself, he found he had a hard time stopping. It's why he didn't do it often and it all came out like this. With barely a breath as he listed the things that were of most concern to him. "Sorry. That was a lot. And I didn't mean to curse."