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Originally Posted by lokuri
"I have to go check on other patients now," Marie suddenly announced, checking the clock that read five minutes from midnight. "There are still some students suffering from headaches, and I have to give them some soothing medicine. See you later!"
"B-bye!" Niola tried to appear nonchalant about Marie's departure, but now the room was tremendously quiet. Her eyes darted to a nearby window to her left, cracked slightly to let in a cool breeze. The curtain was wavering slowly at first, yet it suddenly began flapping wildly. However, there was no storm or the likes nearby, just a wondering wind caught in the emotions that were building in Niola. She quickly looked away, took a deep breathe, and laid her head on her pillow. Almost immediately, the wind calmed down to a settle breeze again, as though a tugging force was snapped from around it.
((OOC: I'll finish this later. Gotta go! ))
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Cyr entered the room, peering around and adjusting his coat in an awkward way, he peered at the wind user and opened his mouth to say somthing. Nothing seemed to come out and he shook his head. The stinge of guilt hurt him once more, his fit of rage had left some of the school temporarily insane.
He finally managed to form the words. "Are you allright...?" He asked, his deep eyes giving her a neutral, but concerned look. "I saw you faint after the others became... affected by that... telekenetic... fit that... Uhm...
someone had..."
The guilt in his voice was obvious.
"I brought you here, I know the elf who cared for you. She had looked after me the same day I came here..." He trailed off into his thoughts, then snapped himself out of it. "Anyway... I'm Cyr, if you need any help getting used to this place, you can come to me."
Cyr said it in an obviously awkward fashion. He wasn't good at making friends. Wasn't good with people.