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Rían O' Donnell

Set post attack.

 

 

 

Rían was slinking around the library, alone once again. Pre-werewolf attacks it had been his safe place. During the attacks it had become a lock down zone. It hadn't bee infiltrated during the attacks. He had stayed safe. He was one of the lucky ones. The survivors guilt was real, but he tried not to dwell on it. Sighing he reached for a book off one of the top shelves, pulling his chunky Aran style sweater down to cover his belly again. He had been on the way to getting rid of the extra weight he carried since being home for the summer, but with the stress and upset of the attacks he had been having more tea than ever. Which meant more sugar, and unfortunately a little tubbier version of Ríán. 

 

All he could do was wait for Jack to be released from the Hospital wing, worry, and drink tea. 
 
He liked locking himself away in the library. All people seemed to want to do was talk about the attacks. Relive them. Talk about who had been attacked. All Rí wanted was to hide away like normal. Try to be normal. Thankfully the library was near empty. People hung around in groups in more public places like the Great Hall. They stuck to the new ridiculous buddy rules. 

 

Rían didn't have anyone to be his buddy. He just slunk around alone, as per usual. Now he just had to avoid the Professors and Prefects so he didn't get caught being alone. 
 
It was dark, and warm and he could drink his tea in peace. He had squeezed his large frame into one of the small wooden chairs, shifting every now and then to try and get more comfortable. His hands were grasped around his favourite mugs, charmed to never empty or never get cold. Navy blue wireless  magical headphones were placed over his head, pumping a constant stream of music directly into his brain, but silent to those around him. Some trad Irish tunes, nothing to extravagant. Prior to the attacks he had been listening to them on and off, actually tempted to get back into playing. He had been planning to send an owl to his Ma, asking for her to send his fiddle. 

 

Now he didn't really feel like it anymore. Everything was too uncertain. 
 
Clearing his throat he reached for one of the books in front of him, and lay it flat, opening the pages. Although he dragged his eyes across it's words, he wasn't really paying attention. Now and then he sipped his tea, hoping it would inject some life into him. But it didn't, instead his mind just struggled, reading the same few lines over and over again. None of it being absorbed. 

Edited by Rían O' Donnell
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Pandora Midnight

Pandora was one of the first to be released. After all it would have looked really suspicious for a girl with hardly any injuries to be kept in the hospital wing. It had become so obvious that the headache she once had was gone. While she wasn't kicked out, she was scared people would talk, would find out her secret so soon after recovery. Even after being told not to wander the halls alone, she couldn't find any point in adhering to the new buddy system. What could possibly happen that was worse than what already transpired? 

 

Still, the moment a professor even wandered close to her, she ducked into the closest room to hide for a few moments, not wanting to have to explain why she was alone. This particular time, Pandora found herself in the library. Once this had been her sanctuary. One of her favorite places in the world. It had felt magical even within the wizarding world. Each book was an escape from reality but now....she thought back to the discarded pages she had left scattered along the floor in the hospital wing. They had been cleaned up obviously but the damage had been done. How could want to read anything again after her favorite book in the world even claimed she was a monster? 

 

Seeing the librarian look in her direction, Pandora picked up a random book off of the shelf and sat down in an empty chair. She didn't even realize she had sat down across from one of her own classmates.

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Rían hadn't even realised someone had sat across from him. Yes the table had rocked slightly as she moved the chair that had sat against it but he just put that down to the wind. Or some unnatural presence in the magic library. With the songs being piped into his skull, silent to those outside of his headphones he hadn't heard her either. 

 

Eventually he looked up, getting annoyed by the fact he wasn't taking any of the passage of the Transfiguration book in. When he took in the sight across from him, his eyebrows shot up. Nobody ever bothered to sit this close to him. This was weird. 

 

He sat and stared at her for a few minutes as she read. She hadn't noticed him staring which was good. Reaching for his tea and he only took his eyes off of Panda momentarily. Slowly he sussed out who it was. Pandora. One of the girls Addy hung out with and by extension, Jack. She was one of the girls he had taken to glaring at in the Great Hall out of annoyance for being left alone.

 

Although now she was here, alone herself. 

 

As he watched her he realised she hadn't actually been around much in the days after the attacks. She was probably like Jack and had been hurt in the attacks. Been holed up in the Hospital Wing and then released back into general population like nothing had happened. As he stared, Rían's mind wandered. 

 

Except he didn't say anything.

 

Instead he silently reached for his rucksack, taking out his lunchbox of sugary treats he had gotten from the house elves that morning and placed it on the table between them, opening it and pushing it slightly closer to her. He then reached for his own quickly emptying mug and renewed it from the never ending flask on the table beside him. Dipping his head again before she had the chance to look up. 

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Pandora Midnight

It was impossible for everyone to know what had truly transpired the night of the attack but Pandora was sure they all began to wonder. There had to be a few who were bitten...a few who were monsters. Even completely clothed Pandora felt like everyone could see through her. They could see the scars that marked her skin. The marks that confirmed that she wasn't a normal witch anymore. She felt his eyes on her and immediately jumped to the worst conclusion. Obviously he knew. Why else would he stare?

 

At least, Pandora assumed he was staring. She didn't dare look up from her book. The one she wasn't even reading. There was no way she could concentrate on the material even if she wanted to. The words blurred together on the page as she zoned out staring at them. It was just like looking at a giant blob, moreso than anything. 

 

It wasn't until she heard the shifting of plastic against the table that Panda looked up. A box of treats were now on the table. They looked like they had been pushed towards her but...that couldn't be right. Why would he be nice to her? There was no reason to be. She fully glanced up at him and finally realized it was Rian. They had hardly ever spoken to one another but this had to mean something...right? Hesitantly, she reached out and grabbed something out of the box before retreating in on herself again. She hadn't really had an appetite the last few days but it would be rude to outright ignore the offering....assuming he had actually offered them to her and she wasn't going more crazy.

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Rían tried not to stare. Although he was ignorant to the fact that Pandora had changed, that she had been bitten and was now living a new life, he was trying to change too. His Ma constantly chastised him for staring at people. He always silently rebuked that he didn't stare to be rude. He often stared because he didn't know what to say. Other times he stared because he was trying to work people out, wonder what they were thinking and if they were going to hate him. 

 

Other times he just stared out of curiosity. This was one of those times. 

 

Maybe she wasn't as bad as the rest of the annoying Hufflepuffs in their year. She didn't seem it anyway. He heard her scuffling around and looking up, he almost smiled as he caught her actually accepting the treats he had put forward. Almost. Though after she took something, he did resume gawking at her again. He hadn't really looked at her before. She was...nice to look at, in the same way Jo Tindall had once been nice to look at. Rían wasn't quite sure why. It made his stomach feel...weird. But it was nice all the same. Slowly pushing his lips together, he suppressed a smile.

 

But then he realised he had been staring again, and forced himself to look away. Made himself concentrate on taking another sip of tea again. His mouth felt stupidly dry and he frowned as even the tea didn't fix it. He toyed with the idea of trying to talk to her, though it made him feel even more uneasy than he had been feeling. The last time he had tried that went so well.

 

Eyes shifting to his flask on the corner of his desk he looked at his flask. Reaching out, he twisted the plastic cup lid off of it and cleared his throat. Looking up to Panda again, a trembling large hand held it out to her.

 

"Er...Do you want a cup of tae by any chance?" 

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