Not What I Would Have Thought..((Plot People))

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((Plot People: You know who you are. ))

“Scourgify.” Jamison said as he finished his Potions assignment. As the class was over, Jamison nodded to Professor Snape and then left the dungeons quietly. True, Potions wasn’t his favorite subject, but it was needed all the same. Jamison wanted to work for the ministry and of course that usually involved Potions work. Jamison could deal with all of that stuff just to do the job that he wanted. He sighed pulling his books to his job. He would much rather do Transfiguration work all of the time instead of Potions, but oh well. He could deal with Potions. Jamison shivered as he left the dungeons. Why did they have to be so cold? It was a mystery to him of how the Slytherin Students survived the dark and dampness of the dungeons. Jamison smiled. Well, he was glad that he didn’t have to deal with that, at least. Besides, the dungeons weren’t exactly the prettiest and cleanest places on campus. But, Jamison only had to go down there for Potions. He rarely did any Prefect work down there. When he had to monitor the corridors, Jamison usually picked the areas around the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw Common Room. It had been a few months since he had talked to Wendi. Tough, yes. But, Jami couldn’t get her within feet of him. And he finally decided to just wait and let her come to him. However, he did like to look for her around the Hufflepuff Common Room. Stalker, no. Brother, yes.

Jamison sat doing his homework in the Prefect Lounge. Well, he had found the Ravenclaw Common Room quite loud lately. It seemed that the OWL exams weren’t that far away. Jami remembered taking them quite well. So, he would much rather do his homework away from all the nervous fifth years and the always cheerful first years. The first years had calmed down over the past year, but they were still happy children just as Wendi had been. What had changed his baby’s sister’s happiness and priorities? Keith had, of course. How was Wendi supposed to deal with her parent’s killer at such a young age? The only thing she could do was get stronger. And Wendi’s way of doing that was leaving her brother in the dust, well, at least for the time being. Jamison sighed thinking about her. All he could do was think. He couldn’t even bring himself to talk to her much. Jamison spent much of his time with Meyghan when he could which he enjoyed. He tried not to think of Wendi, but it was hard. She was his sister, after. Not thinking of Wendi was like asking Meyghan not to ever think of Cleve. It was hard not to think about the people you loved and missed.

Jamison finished his Potions essay in no time at all it seemed. The subject didn’t bother him much and it came fairly easy to him. Now Transfiguration, wasn’t exactly his favorite subject, but Jamison did decent. Well, decent enough to go up to NEWTS in the class. He sighed. NEWTS classes weren’t easy. For a second, Jamison wished he was back in Beginner Classes and then he realized that, that wouldn’t do him any good. He was older now. He was mature, now. Jamison didn’t really want to go back to those old times. The times of being shy and in a place without Wendi. Back then, that was hard enough for him. He shrugged picking his books up and holding them in his arms. Jamison was due for some Prefect type duties, right? Jami didn’t have much spare time on his hands with Prefect stuff and NEWTS classes, but he managed. Well, he tried anyways. It was hard to juggle both, but Jamison had always been good at multi tasking unlike some boys. Jamison said goodbye to some fellow Prefects as he left the Lounge.

“Hey, if Filch sees you doing magic in the halls, he’ll kill ya. And don’t think I’m kidding.” Jamison warned the Gryffindor Students with their tickling charms. The third years nodded. “Fine.” One girl said slyly as she walked away. The boy followed her. “All we wanted to do was have some fun, man.” The boy said to Jamison as he turned around to follow the girl. “Hey, Carla. Wait up!” The boy called after the girl. Carla shook her head and ran away playfully. “He’ll kill ya if he sees you running too!” Jami called, but it was too late, the third years at already gone. He sighed to himself. Third years. Jamison sighed looking down at his muggle watch. It was getting near curfew. Usually, he would walk the corridors around this time, but he decided to head to the Common Room for a minute, put his homework down. Jami began to make his way since he wasn’t far from the Common Room where he was. Jamison could hear the noises before he entered. Suddenly, Jamison watched a sixth year girl run up to him. “Hey, Scarlet.” Jamison said in a friendly tone. Scarlet eyed Jamison with a look of fear in her eyes. “In the Girl’s Dorm, I here a girl screaming and crying and throwing stuff around in the bathroom by the fifth year’s dorm. I don’t know who it is, but it’s scaring me and all the first years.” It seemed that most people in the Common Room knew about this by now. Jamison sighed.

“Do you have any clue to who it is at all?” He asked. Scarlet shook her head. Jami looked around the room at the Ravenclaw Students staring at him and then eyeing the door to the girl’s dorms. Jamison eyed Scarlet again. “Umm, so no one’s gone up there yet?” She shook her head. “No, one has the guts to except for the boys and they can’t get in. Only you can since you’re a Prefect and all.” Jamison nodded. “Well, where are the other Prefects?” He asked searching the room. Scarlet shrugged. “Walking the corridors I guess.” She said calmly. Just then, Jamison saw Celia Richmond, a fifth year Prefect, walk into the Common Room. “Thanks Scarlet.” Jamison said walking away from her and towards Celia. “Hey, everyone is saying there’s a girl in the bathroom near the fifth year girl’s bathroom crying, screaming, and throwing stuff around.” He started eyeing Celia with a serious look on his face. “We should go check it out.” He said calmly as he started to walk towards the Girl’s Dorms. As Jamison entered, the Ravenclaw Student’s eyes were on him. Jamison sighed as he walked through the door. First he walked to the wall and touched the wall with his Prefect Badge. A green light shown. Jami nodded to Celia. This allowed him to go into the girl’s dorm. He then began to walk the stairs to the bathroom.

[Celia Richmond]

Celia was in the Prefect lounge, finishing off her Transfiguration essay. She was thinking about what to write next. The length of the set essays was getting increasingly worse. She didn't know how she was going to cope with her NEWTs the following year. She always seemed to find herself struggling to fill the required space-she wasn't developing her points enough, apparently. But even so, McGonnagall expected her to get an O, or an E, in June. Most of her teachers were, actually. And mopst wanted her to take their subject, though she knew she was going to limit herself to six. That was a respectable number, without having too much of a workload. She didn't want to spend all her time working like some people in her house.

She didn't know which six though, except she wasn't going to do Defence against the Dark Arts. She had never been good at it. She had always been told that everyone has a weak point, something they weren't so good at, and DADA was hers. And not History of Magic-despite Binns's new syllabus, she still found it dull. She was definately going to do Muggle Studies and Ancient Runes-they were her favourite subjects, and how could she not do Charms, beign a Ravenclaw? Then she liked herbology and transfiguration too-she was probably going to take those. That left Astronomy and Potions...which both had their bad points and good points. She would think about that later, closer to the time.For now she had essyas to write.

After another half hour, and seeing prefects entering, leaving, and some coming back in, she finished her essay, packed her bag, and set off. She saw some young Slytherins looking suspicious on the stairs of the tower leading up to the Ravenclaw common room. She glared at them, as if to say If I see you here again, you're in for it, and carried on up. She still had her prefect duties to attend to, and she didn't know how she managed to become one, seven months after receiving the letter and shiny blue and bronze badge. She had good support from the other prefects, even though she didn't know them too well. She hoped the prefects of the year below her would be able to look up to her and the others in the year above her.

As soon as she entered the common room, Jamison Parson, a prefect in the year above her, ran up to her. Apparently there was a girl in the girls bathroom for her year screaming and crying. Kyra. It had to be. She was the only one that she knew that would get so emotional. She sighed. What was happening now? She nodded as Jami suggested going to check it out. They walked up the stairs-Jami had his prefect badge as ID to let him in-and towards the bathroom, the screams becomign more and more clear with every step.

She was right-it was Kyra. Celia waited tentatively at the door, trying to see why Kyra wasscreaming. She had been going through a lot recently, more than anyone of their age sheould be allowed to go through. More than anyone full stop should be allowed to go through. She made a baby step forward to see if that help. She glanced at Jami, to see if he would be more courageous. Kyra was already probably fed up of Celia butting in to her life, but she didn't really know Jami, she supposed. She waited to see what happened.

[kyra]

((Post rated PG-13 for some older content.))

Kyra couldn’t stand to look anyone in the eyes. She couldn’t stand to do anything actually. She just wanted to sit in her dorm and do nothing. She had barely been able to go to any classes for the past two weeks. She had forced herself to go to Charms just to please Flitwick and not make him suspicious that she hadn’t been attending classes. Kyra had gone to Astronomy too just for her enjoyment, but that was it. She liked looking at the stars; it took her mind off of everything she was going to. Kyra was a strong girl. That was for sure. She had been through hell over the years. And now, she was all alone. How was anyone supposed to deal with this at age fifteen? Kyra was all alone now. She had no friends and she couldn’t with Chloe twenty-four seven. She was just a punk princess. What was she supposed to do? Kyra could barely stand to even look into the sun. Everything disgusted her. Kyra just wished that she was blind. Then, she could see nothing and then everything would be easier. She wouldn’t have had to watch her mother being beaten if she was blind and she wouldn’t have to have seen the empty house that was full of loneliness. She couldn’t stand to see anything. Everything she saw brought her pain.

Kyra eyed the window with the growing darkness. She hadn’t eaten in days either. Well, it wasn’t like she was anorexic; she just couldn’t bring herself to go to the Great Hall. She just sulked around like a girl after her boyfriend dumped her. Kyra sighed. Only one thing had been bring he joy for the past couple of weeks since her mother and sister were taken away by Blade. It wasn’t something that she was proud of, but Kyra didn’t care. Feeling her own pain was the only thing that made Kyra feel remotely good about herself. She smiled at the darkness and the twinkling stars. Whenever she looked at them, her pain didn’t seem important. Kyra just felt normal. But, she wasn’t. She wasn’t a normal girl. She hadn’t had a normal life. She never had one and she would never get one. But, the stars, they made her forget for just a spilt second which was a good thing. As she looked away from her window, Kyra felt alone again. She felt that feeling in her chest. It was the feeling that meant that she should be doing something. No more sitting still. She couldn’t take anymore of it. It was boring. Kyra stood up. No more.

Kyra inched closer to the bathroom. She could feel it. The feeling was taken over. She was entering that zone. The zone where her fingers did the talking and Kyra didn’t exist. Kyra walked over to one of the showers and pulled out her friend. A razor. She showed a small, sad smile. Now, she was drifting. She was still Kyra, she was just Kyra, the cutter now. She couldn’t go back to the way that things used to be. Blade had changed everything. That girl, she was gone destined to be gone forever. Kyra felt powerful with that razor in her hand. She just did. Kyra was to the point where wishing was no longer an option. She might never see her mom and her sister again. Kyra had to forget and move on. And this was the way for her, it just was.

Before she could even think about it, the blade was in her skin. Kyra felt the tears on her face. But, somehow, the pain only seemed to make her stronger. She didn’t feel weak at all. She felt grown up, she felt power. However, this near high came with a price. A big one. As Kyra saw the blood trickle down her arm, memories flooded her brain. All she could think about was that blasted Blade and what he did to her, what he could do to her mother and sister. Kyra couldn’t spot thinking of them. After a moment, her rage took control. Her tears turned to anger. She felt herself screaming and she couldn’t control it. The blood continued to trickle down her wrist. Suddenly, Kyra could feel her body reach to the counter, tearing every item off and throwing a basket of soaps at the wall. Her could hardly tell what he was doing. She had, had this before. Kyra had some rage problems, but it had never been this bad. Never.

Suddenly, Kyra felt people’s presence. She had barely noticed that anyone had arrived. She glared at them with her bloody arm showing her the room semi trashed. The screaming had stopped for now. Kyra could feel the tears in her eyes. The cutting had did this to her. Her addiction had did this to her. And Kyra was addicted to cutting she just was. She had a dozen marks down her arm that matched the newly made one. This had helped her through the past two weeks, but it wouldn’t help her in the long run. It would make things worse. Kyra felt the anger come up in her again. She etched away from the two prefects. One was Celia, a girl Kyra new from her dorm and the other was Jamison Parson, Kyra only knew his name. Her eyes glistened with fear and anger. “What do you to want?” She asked in her cutting rage. “Get out of here this isn’t any of your business! Not of it is!” Kyra said as she tossed a few more items on to the ground. She eyed Jami and Celia as tears filled her eyes. Then she fell to the ground without feeling a think. Kyra clung to the floor and then looked up at the two prefects. She had never wanted to die more than she did at that moment.

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Jamison could hear the crying. He could hear the pain, but he still didn't know what was happening as he walked up the stairs. Moments like this made him wish that he wasn't a prefect. Sometimes, these situations were hard maybe too hard for students to handle. Jamison sighed and eyed the door as he and Celia approached it. He eyed the handle as Celia made her way in and then he took a spot next to her in the doorway. Jami gazed at the girl. He had seen her before. Yes, he had. But, he had never spoken to her. Actually, Jamison had never seen anyone talk to her. She seemed so alone, so quiet. And it almost seemed that, that was the way that she wanted it. Jamison sighed as he looked at her. He could barely make out what had happened in his mind. Actually, he could, he just didn't want to. It was too sad, too hard. What would ever lead anyone to do this to themselves. Jamison just didn't understand it. For a moment, Jamison was in a trance. He was thinking. Just thinking. He was thinking about if he knew anyone else in this situation. Did he know anyone that would do this to themselves. He sighed. This was a situation that Jami had never even dreamed of. But, this wasn't a dream, this was reality.

The room was trashed. Jamison eyed Kyra. She seemed to be in a fit of rage. The first thing that he had noticed about her had been her arm. It was noticeable. It had cut marks all down it and fresh blood oozing out. Jamison looked over at Celia and then back at Kyra. He could feel her rage. He could see it happen. "We want to help." Jamison said simply as he took a few steps closer to her. He almost didn't know what to say. What would make this any easier? Would anything? Jamison had never had to be this, in control, with a student. He had to stop Kyra. Obviously, she was out of control. Obviously, she need help. But, would she take it? Or would she just push it away? For a moment, Jamison thought about what he would do if he were Kyra. Then he realized, that he would never do this to himself. He could never..he thought for a moment. Or could he?

He looked at Celia and then around the room. He mouthed to Celia. What should we do? But, he already knew. Well, kinda. Jamison looked at Kyra. "Kyra we don't want to hurt you, okay? He want to get you help." He turned to Celia. "We should take her to the Hospital Wing." He eyed Kyra and noticed a few bruises on her from where she was rushing about the room throwing stuff. "We need to get you to Professor Flitwick, Kyra. You have to stop this. It's bad, girl. This could kill you Kyra." He said sternly. For a moment, Jami was almost thinking that he was talking to Wendi. That this was her situation, but it wasn't. He looked at Celia. "What do you think?" He asked her about helping Kyra. Jamison didn't even care what Kyra thought. He just wanted to just her healthy. Fast.

[Celia Richmond]

Celia walked tentatively closer. Not only was Kyra screaming like something she'd never heard before, she was also throwing things around-she was in some sort of fit of rage-what had happened now? Had the absuse at home been continuing, and she'd deicded that she couldn't take any more? She wasn't even awarre that Celia and Jami were there, by the looks of it. She took another couple of steps forward, in line with Jami. It was then that she saw it. The blade.The razor blade that Kyra was using to cut deeply into her arm. She watched the blood trickle down Kyra's arm. What had made her resort to this? What pleasure could she be getting from pain? Surely she couldn't like being in such pain? Surely....

Or maybe she could. maybe the pain made her feel stronger in herself, maybe it made her feel powerful, in some way. Maybe she was just trying to make herself feel more adult. She maybe had the "I'm doing this so I don't feel like a cowardly baby, I'm doing this because I can,.because I'm not afraid!". She turned to Jami, and mouthed back "I don't know" when he asked her what to do. She had no idea...it was a difficult situation, one that she'd never thought she'd be part of. Kyra had been so difficult the other week when she wanted her to talk...she would say nothing, so Celia had no idea howto approach it, no idea what to do. She felt a tear well up in her right eye, and trickle down her cheek. She was simply stunned...she couldn't do anything. she reached out to the other girl. "Kyra..."

She turned round. She glared at the two prefects, anger and pain in her eyes. She didn't want help-that had been evident from day 1, and was even more evident from what she was saying, or moreover the tone she said it with. Bitterness, Pure bitterness. She just wanted an easy outlet in life, and this happened to be the razor blade. The trusty razor blade. The bringer of, in Kyra's case, both pleasure and pain...if objects could be oxymorons, the razor blade to Kyra would be one. Celia couldn't in her own mind just stand back and watch, she felt as if she had to do something, but in reality she couldn't take her eyes of Kyra and her scars. If only Kyra had let herself speak more, Celia maybe could have helped, and it wouldn't have resorted to this, but it had, and there wasn't much she could do.

By that time, Jami was speaking to Kyra. He seemed to be stronger than Celia. Maybe it was just because he didn't know anything about the situation-he didn't know Kyra at all. He was trying to reason with Kyra, to try to make her see sense, but Celia knew that that wasn''t going to happen. However much she agreed with Jami. She just nodded in response to his question, though she still couldn' t take her eyes off the other girl. She was trying to reason in her head why and how someone could do this to themselves...she couldn't do it to herself. She felt another tear well up, and another. Eventually she was in full tears, and directly addressed the other girl. "Kyra, please, stop. Don't do this to yourself. You don't want to die-we can help you, whatever your situation is. Someone can help. Please, Kyra, for us, for yourself, please stop".

[kyra]

Kyra eyed the floor for a moment as new tears streaked her eyes. Suddenly, she looked up to hear the Jamison speak. Kyra shook her head as she continued to cry. She couldn’t stop the tears nor did she really want to. The buzz she got from cutting was fading fast. It was that same crashing feeling that druggies got after they hit a round. But, this was a different kind of drug. Kyra wasn’t really high, but she might have well as been. The feeling of being power totally filled her up for a good amount of time. But, slowly, it died down and diminished. Slowly, it went away, and Kyra was left crashing to the ground faster than she had ever imagined possible. Kyra couldn’t stop this feeling. She just feel her world tumbling down fast. She could just feel it, it was as simple as that. Kyra looked up at the two prefects. She felt as if her world was slipping from under her. She really nearly fell over, but she kept her strength and balance. She felt weak. She felt helpless and it wasn’t getting any better. Kyra shifted her position on the floor as tad as she eyed everything around her. For a moment, Kyra had to remember again that she had trashed the room. She barely remember doing it. That thought shocked Kyra. It really was taking over her life. No. It already had.

Kyra was realizing everything now. She needed help. She could feel exactly everything that she loved slipping from her. She could just feel it. Kyra had already lost her mother and sister. She didn’t have much left, but she could still feel her life drifting. And she couldn’t stand it anymore. She needed help. Kyra looked stunned as she stared at Jamison. She shook her head. “No, Flitwick.” She said simply for a moment. All her memories seemed so vague. Kyra was trying to think, but she couldn’t. She felt so sick. She looked at Jamison. “I feel sick.” She continued as she tried to help herself to her feet, but she feel back down. She couldn’t even bring herself to move much. Tears continued to cascade down her face. Suddenly, Kyra noticed that Celia was crying too. She shook her head weakly. Sense was coming into her brain. “Don’t cry, Celia.” She said quietly. Kyra softly pushed her head to the floor and layed there tired and confused.

She shook her head at Celia’s words. “I kinda do.” She said simply when Celia said that she didn’t want to die. For once, Kyra was talking with her heart and not what she made herself say. She wasn’t speaking with her mind anymore. Kyra eyed the razor that she had pushed to the floor in the struggle to lay on the floor. Then, she eyed the two standing near her. “I don’t think you get it.” She started talking to the two. “This,” She pointed to the razor. “Is the only thing that has helped me get through the past three weeks. It’s the only thing that makes me forget and move on. It’s the only reason that I’ve been getting up in the morning and I’ve barely been doing that.” She cried as she spoke from her heart. She wasn’t thinking about the words. She wasn’t thinking about consequences for saying them. She was just saying the truth for once.

“Help me.” Kyra said simply. She couldn’t say anymore. She couldn’t bring herself to say anything else. Kyra didn’t care about her stupid pride anymore. It was all forgotten. She didn’t feel like the Kyra she had known for the past oh, ten years. She felt different. Way different. Kyra looked up at the two. She couldn’t say anything else. She just sat there in silence. There was no use in saying anything else. Kyra had said it all. She felt so nauseous. For some reason, the cutting was making her ill. She also felt pain from the bruises she had received through the night. Kyra cried still as the world became a fog. Everything was slowly drifting away. She closed her eyes and drifted as she felt steps come towards her.

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Jamison watched as the two girls cried. What was he supposed to do? Never in a million years did Jamison even think that this would happen. He know that being a prefect meant seeing some hard situations now and again, but really. Was this really supposed to be happening? Jamison had always had a hard time thinking about why people would do this to themselves. He still didn't understand. But, Kyra, she had such a look of fear in her eyes. Jamison could tell that this was taking her over completely. This was changing her completely. Jamison now understood that when people got involved in something like this, it really did take over there lives. Just looking at Kyra, coming could felt pain coming out of her. Her eyed her. She seemed to be drifting and she didn't look very good. With every moment that passed, Kyra just looked more sick. Jamison took a few steps closer as she spoke so weakly. She seemed as if she was barely there. She just looked to be drifting off in to space. For a second, Jamison didn't know what to do. Then he got a grip, and walked to Kyra and bent down to the floor that she was sitting on.

Jamison himself felt oddly close to tears when Kyra said that she kind of did want to die. How could anyone feel that way? What would bring anyone to feel that way? Jamison just had no clue. Nor could he imagine why anyone would do this. Jamison looked at Celia as Kyra said help me. Jamison looked panicked as the girl was falling asleep. He looked up to Celia. "We need to get her to the Hospital Wing, now." He said firmly knowing that she needed immediate attention. "We need to keep her awake too. If she sleeps, who knows what will happen." He said calmly knowing that his words did make sense only if they barely did. Jamison looked at the new and old cuts all up and down Kyra's arm. He shook his head as he took out his wand. "Ferula." He commanded and watched as bandages formed over the deep cuts. But, Jamison knew that the cuts were the least of Kyra's worries for the moment. She could go into icoma for all Jamison knew.

Jamison bent down and started pulling Kyra up. He pushed her over his left shoulder. She didn't seem to weight much, but it also looked as if she had lost a good deal of weight. Jamison could tell that this girl had some health issues going on in addition to the cutting. The cutting also seemed to be affecting her body. The whole situation made Jamison feel sick, but he knew that he had to remain calm. Jamison and Celia had to save Kyra. They just did. Jamison patted Kyra' back. "Kyra, wake up. Wake up." He coaxed her. But, she only murmured in her sleep. "Wake up!" He screamed the girl moved around. Jamison nodded. "Good enough." He said. "Celia, can you try and keep her awake?" He asked. Jamison stared at the door. He began to move and then stopped himself. "If we take her down there like this then everyone will be talking about her for the rest of the year. They will make her like a cover story." He paused. "Do you know any other way we can get her to the Hospital Wing without taking her down to the Common Room?" He asked trying to think of any crazy pathways that lingered around the area. He couldn't think of any, but maybe Celia did or maybe she knew a way to get Kyra out without any talk from the other.

[Celia Richmond]

((FINALLY I've managed to get round to this...sorry it's take absolutely ages, I've been swaped with work, exams and revision, I've just not been able to post...))

Celia continued to look over at Kyra. She was obviously distraught, it was if she didn't really want to hurt herself more, but cutting herself was the only way for her to feel strong. Celia didn't know much about what was going on, but Kyra needed help, and soon...she hoped that she would realise before it was too late. Her arm was covered in blood, and Kyra couldn't take her eyes off it. Neither could Celia now. Then when Celia spoke, Kyra looked up at her, tears welled up in her eyes. She was addicted to the pain, and didn't know what else she could do. It was as if she thought that nobody could do anything to help her, even though she clearly needed, and wanted, help.

Then she started talking. She said that she felt sick...Celia wasn't surprised. She'd probably lost so much blood that she wasn't getting enough oxygen supplied to her brain. And the actual fact that she was self harming must have made her sick in the first place. Yes, she was doing it for the power, to make her feel strong, but she couldn't cope with it. She also didn't want Flitwick either...this was a problem. "Kyra" Celia said, calmly, " you can't go on like this. We'll help you as much as we can, but eventually you'll need help from a teacher, maybe even the hospital, if you carry on. Nobody will criticize you...they'll understand that you've been going through extremely difficult times. Be sensible, Kyra, you're only harming yourself by doing this..it's not making it any better, whatever it seems".

She also said that she kinda did want to die...but why? And she said that Celia didn't get it, and that the razor was the only thing that managed to get her through these past three weeks...but what was the problem? She'd figured out the basics, but it must be a lot deeper than that to make Kyra start self harming...she obviously wasn't as strong as she though...although she was very brave throughout it. "If you explained the situation to us" by now Celia was sitting next to Kyra "we could get appropriate help...it could be sorted out. You can't go through it all alone, Kyra. Listen...be sensible. Tell us what's happening, then we can help you. Take your time...we're not rushing you."

Celia turned to Jami, who was now with the girls, and whispered "What's gonna happen...I'm scared, Jami, really scared. " Se was. Kyra was not safe at all. Celia was scared for her safety, scared for her health, scared for hermental state. She'd stopped crying by now...she didn't want Kyra to see how weak she was, she wanted to be some strong guidance for her. A friend. But she was drifting off now, as Jami magically formed bandages over the deep wound. As Jami said, they couldn't let her sleep...anything could happen. She shook Kyra lightly. "Kyra, wake up" she spoke. Nothing happened. "Kyra WAKE UP!" she was yelling now, through tears that had now reappeared. She turned back to Jami. "Nope...I don't know any other way down there...it looks as if we'd either have to go through the school which would be distressing for her-as you say, she'd be the talk of the school, or get help brought up here...maybe some teacher would know another way down? actually...Flitwick probably does. Do you have any idea where he'd be now?"

This was getting beyond belief...she never believed that she'd end up having to keep somone alive, with no professional help around. Jami was being supportive, but an adult would help. She hoped that Jami would know where someone that may know another way down would be, otherwise she'd have to go and hunt for someone...but she didn't want to leave Kyra alone.