She brushes her hands against her skirt and pushes her sleeves up her forearms. The worried crease between her brows hasn't faded but she seems to be trying to pull herself together.

—Claret

"Okay... Okay, it's going to be alright."

A long, awkward moment passes.

She lurches forwards a step, wobbles a few times—as if trying to decide whether to come closer or not—then rushes over and hugs you. she speaks into your shoulder, her words muffled by the scarf between you.

"It's... Everyone will be fine Agnus, just go back to class, oan will be worried about you. Come and find me if anyone... If something happens."

You've never known her to be lost for words before now. Never known her to stutter or trail off. Her voice is higher than usual. She sounds like shes about to cry. Her hands shake against your back. Hou place a hand against the back of her head and stroke her hair.

She finally pulls back, presses her palm to your cheek for a moment, smiles weakly and clacks back to the desk she was working at before you came in. Sara Woodstock from second year waves at you from over Clarets shoulder.

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