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[wavesofjade]

I Would Like Someone To Confirm To Me That I Am Not Dreaming.
And If That Is Indeed The Case I Would Dearly Like To Know What Is Currently Happening To The School.

[Filtered to Staff]

Something Is Very Wrong.
My

My Son Is In The Hospital Wing.

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[wavesofjade]

[Her frown turns worried]

Has there been any word from the Headmaster? It seems strange that he isn't addressing this.

[thegluethatbinds]

No there hasn't, but I'm sure if the situation worsens he'll step in.

[Nothing will ever shake his faith in Dumbledore.]

In the mean time...what do you want to do Dolores?

[wavesofjade]

What do I..

[Just for a moment, that carefully constructed veneer of calm and acceptance cracks, and Dolores presses one hand to her face, gritting her teeth]

I don't know. I don't want him to be here. I can't..

[thegluethatbinds]

[It's rare for him to see her this upset; the last time was when she confided in him about her worries on Snow. Giving the boy a quick look again, he couldn't help but feel a slight pang of sadness for both mother and child.

He was really young.]

Do you want me to look after him for awhile? I think you need some time to yourself to calm down and think carefully on how you'd like to proceed.

[wavesofjade]

I would appreciate that, but.. It's occurred to me that this won't be permanent, and if that's the case, I should spend as much time with him as I can.

[thegluethatbinds]

[He nods; he knew Dolores would always do the right thing in the end.]

I'll leave you two together then.

[But right before he leaves though, he hesitates slightly.]

...will you be alright Dolores? You know you my journal is always open to you if you need someone.

[wavesofjade]

[She draws in a quiet, steadying breath and nods]

I know, Philip. Thank you.

[thegluethatbinds]

Anytime.

[There isn't much left to say, so he steps out and shuts the door neatly behind him. It's only when he's out of the Hospital Wing and back in his office that he lets out the troubled sigh that had been building within. A hand crosses his face as he sits on his chair; he isn't trained for these kinds of situations and especially not when civilians are involved. With Agents, they all knew that death was a possibility; they all accepted it as fact and came to terms with their own mortality. But Dolores was...is a mother who lost her son in a tragic accident. That is something entirely different altogether.

He glances back at his journal; there were more entries there now, he realises, as he flips through the last few ones that he's missed. All surprised, but some scared at the sudden changes.

Steeling himself, he picked up his quill and started writing back. These students needed someone to rely on, after all. Still, he couldn't help but wonder and hope that the Healer he left is going to be alright.]