Long given over to neglect, this DADA tower still bears in its bones the imprint, the murmuring memory, of every caged creature, every attenuated atrocity brought before the goggling eyes of students, and the darkness that ran in their veins. DADA before the First Wizarding War frequently underestimated the seduction of the senses simple exposure to some of these beings could bring. What has remained, and bred, in the nooks and crannies of this deserted, derelict structure, in a matter for scholarship, and speculation. Professor Shunpike has recently taken up residence, for a variety of reasons.
-“when the sun goes down we're both the same.” Message Me - 20:22, April 24, 2017 (UTC)
The Defense Against The Dark Arts Tower was dizzyingly high, and agonising to climb the stairs of; but the journey from bottom to top, and a view down that would make anyone's stomach drop, had the odd effect of clearing her head. It would take more than a walk to scrub the experiences of the masquerade ball from her everyday mind, she didn't think she would ever forget the fear she felt for her Alpha, for Tori, and for herself. That seemed selfish somehow, worrying about herself when there were so many of them. Generally this place was secluded enough, so she settled herself on the floor and rested her head against the wall.
-“Only the wind knows where it'll carry our dandelion souls,” Message Me - 20:31, April 24, 2017 (UTC)
Tori has been hiding in the darkest corner of the tower all day long, consequently missing double period Transfiguration. It was fine, she could talk with Professor Willard later. But she needed to be up here, away from everyone, away from the fearful, the sympathetic and the prying eyes amongst the student body. She was in a catatonic state for the most the time she was here without company, but she was slowly able to shake herself out of her stupor when she heard forthcoming footsteps. She sees Brynja, but Brynja doesn't see her. She considers - just briefly - not saying anything and allowing a silence to remain between them, but she can't do that, she just can't. "Great minds truly do think alike, huh?" she asks, voice scratchy from underuse. She's chuckling, but it's humorless. "Ironic, too. Defense Against the Dark Arts tower, after an attempt against a life?"
-“when the sun goes down we're both the same.” Message Me - 20:34, April 24, 2017 (UTC)
Brynja pulled herself out of her reverie at the sound of Tori's voice, a cautious smile on her lips that wasn't happy so much as grateful for Tori's presence. She couldn't be happy after what happened. "Ironic," she agreed quietly, not really feeling much like laughing. "This might sound stupid, but how are you - how are you holding up?" She doesn't look up because she's been crying and she's scared that Tori will see that.
-“Only the wind knows where it'll carry our dandelion souls,” Message Me - 20:47, April 24, 2017 (UTC)
"Horribly," she answers in a low voice, because she can't bring herself to be loud, or cheery, or as cheeky as she typically is. Was. Will be again eventually, most likely, but she settles for isolation and angst for now. "But, you know, what else could you expect from a criminal group's target?" her voice has more bite than she intends, which makes her flinch. She feels horrible as is, for not finding Brynja and comforting her as soon as it happened, she doesn't need to be a bitch to her now, either. "Sorry," she says quietly. "What about you? This... can't be easy for you."
-“when the sun goes down we're both the same.” Message Me - 21:01, April 24, 2017 (UTC)
Brynja flinches on instinct at the bitter tone, swiping at her eyes with the sleeve of her robes. "I...I'm having nightmares. Flashbacks. Because...because..." She paused and closed her eyes. "What that guy said reminded me of what I could be. I could be like my dad. The reason -" She couldn't force the words past her throat. "The reason my father is in jail is because he killed my mother and my stepfamily, and nearly killed me. He - he didn't take his Wolfsbane because he wanted to scare her away from my stepfamily, but he forgot...he forgot he wouldn't know what he was doing. And my stepsister - my stepsister died saving me, and that's how I ended up like this. That guy - he reminded me that I could be like him. That's why I never wanted to face a Boggart in Defense Against The Dark Arts. Because I know I'd see myself just like him, and..." She shook her head vehemently. "I'm sorry, I'm being selfish, I shouldn't pile my problems on to you."
-“Only the wind knows where it'll carry our dandelion souls,” Message Me - 21:14, April 24, 2017 (UTC)
Seeing Brynja flinch, seeing her struggle to talk, to cope, Tori feels like the worst best friend there could ever be. So she hesitates. She hesitates because she wants to stand up and sit next to Brynja. She wants to put her arms around her, hug her, whisper how everything's going to turn out fine. But she can't. She doesn't know if Bailey is safe, let alone if the rest of them are. So that's one thing she can't do. And quite frankly, she'd rather not scare Brynja away. Moreover, she really does feel like Brynja could use a hug, so she pushes herself from her shaded corner. She slides, uninterested in standing up and walking, so she's close enough to Brynja to bring an arm around her shoulder and pull her into her hold. "But you aren't Brynja. You aren't him, and you'll never be him," she whispers, "You're you. The incredibly smart, wonderful, beautiful she-wolf that knows better than to be ignorant. You aren't - God, B, you aren't selfish for wanting to get this out of your chest. It's fine. It's not necessarily okay - this, what we're going through - but you are fine."