(Slowly reaching forward to feel her face, trying not to put his hands on her mouth or nostrils. )

an unbreakable vow broken by me would be a blessing.

Maybe THEY were right.

Quietly siting at the slytherin table, hands on his fork and knife, tapping at his plate.

Voices are similar but, he can't quite place it yet...Silently feeling his fork puncture a steak before carefully attempting to cut it. "I'm alright. Are you?"

"How are you tired? The year has just started." He looks drained a little but something seemed off with him.

"Is it unfortunate to be proven wrong?" He asked, his eye shifting around despite being unable to anything. Obviously he's pensive about things.

"So have I, Mina." Oh he's kind of seeing other perspectives lately. "We're all a victim of delusions sometimes. "

"It's alright. I've always been cryptic. "

"No, my family is fine actually. I do not have a problem there."

"Don't know. Haven't talked to her."

Talk to him first?

"No."

"Somethings changes."

"Haven't heard a word from her over summer. Haven't spoke to her on the train. I'm starting to think she has run away while she could."

"Some people Haven't woken up yet."

I wanted to talk to you.

"Of course I have."

"I can tolerate it." He nodded, taking a bit of his bread roll, taking a deep breath.

"You agree? We are friends?"