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<font color=royalblue>"Happiness can be found, eve
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Harriet: "Okay."
Melanie: She finished with the chains. "Let's go."
Harriet: "Okay."
Melanie: She finished with the chains. "Let's go."
Harriet she stood. "Goodness. This is scary." When she walked in front of Melanie, she didn't realize, but cuts and slices and blood running down her back showed. "Do you think they'll come after me?"
Melanie: She noticed the cuts and healed her. "They're after us all. We'll keep you safe, Harriet." She wasn't allowing any more deaths.
Harriet: "Okay." She tried to apparate but couldn't. "I need help. I can't do it."
Melanie: She took Harriet's arm and apparated with her back to Jane's house, then sat her on the couch.
Harriet: she saw Georgie and scrambled to the other couch. "Keep her away from me." She whispered. She had dark circles under her eyes. "I'm sorry, but I can't. She stabbed me."
Melanie: Her eyes grew sad. "I'm sorry, Harriet. She-she won't hurt you."
Harriet: she shook her head. "I can't."
Georgie: she had woken up, but her head was against the side of the couch. She frowned.
Melanie: "I understand." She closed off Harriet's side of the room, providing her with her own space.
Georgie: "She's afraid." She muttered. "She should be though. I'm sorry."
Harriet: she huddled in a corner. She felt like she was still in prison. She was in shock that she was supposed to be executed. She understood though. She was the new face of Hogwarts, like Dumbledore and Jay were. It she died, Hogwarts died with her.
Melanie: "You're all right, Georgie. It isn't your fault." She sat down next to her.
Georgie: "Yes it is. I talked to Corbin, he thought I was schizophrenic until he felt the pain." She sighed. "I know I could've resisted. I could've prevented myself from trying to kill her. But I didn't." She looked down and sighed.
Melanie: "You couldn't, and I understand. You were trying your hardest, but these things take time." She thought. "I think it's very possible you're schizophrenic. That would explain the illusions. That, and something else, though I'm not sure what yet. But it's at least part of the problem."
Georgie: "N-no, I-I can't b-be. I just don't understand anything anymore. I really don't have a lot of hallucinations, it has only been a few times, and it was determined that Poppy was real." She brought her knees to her chest and held Franklin close to her. He slowly licked her face. "Melanie? Can I tell you something?"
Melanie: "Of course."
Georgie: "I'm afraid. O-of myself."
Melanie: She touched her arm. "You're going to be fine. We all have our trials; this one is yours. I've been thinking. It's possible that the pain might be a hallucination itself. We could have Corbin put you on medication. If I'm correct, the pain will leave with everything else."
Georgie: she pulled away. "Corbin can't fix everything, Melanie. He's just a bloody janitor. You think-" she sighed. "No one understands." She walked upstairs, locked herself in a room, then hid in a closet and locket that as well. She sat, her face facing a corner, brought her knees to her chest and put her hands over her head. She started to see things. "Stop." She hissed. "I'm not. I can't be. I refuse to believe that." She shut her eyes and blocked everything around her out by humming Evan's favorite song.