>>6203282<span class="mu-s">I am. I can’t really force us to see forward on a moment’s notice for now… but things still come to us; I handle most of the processing, as it were, but you can feel it too, right? Even without my help? That something is wrong? The fact he is afraid despite doing so well? Going to be picked? Can see that the bruise is not from today; too old. Noticed a few boys that were eyeing him up before they left to go back out to the field? See that even if he wants the affection, he is still cagey; like how Macy has been since she was hurt by her teacher when she was nine? How he flinches when his sides are touched? The more information we have, the easier it is for things to come to us, to see ahead and have me unweave it and figure it out; what may be. Is. Has been. And that boy? He is going to get beaten and humiliated when he eventually walks to the boy’s Hall after staying here as long as he can manage. </span>
And something lights up in your chest around the ice and emptiness. Emmy looks your way, since your barriers were still reduced from before; she can’t read your mind even if the were all the way down but… she felt it.
Got angry as Aubrey caught the little guy and set him down after a toss into the air which she managed by herself despite the kid weighing at least 90 pounds while flashing two guns, a dagger, and a trench-knife on her waist.
[i} No. He will not. We can and will fight fate. <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b"> We won’t allow it. For a little kid to be hurt like that, give up on something he clearly likes and is good at.</span></span>[i/] you say to yourself while Emmy patted him on the back. Saw him smile at her and Aubrey.
Looked sad behind the small smile.
No.
You would not let another dark-haired boy get hurt.
Not again.
<span class="mu-s">Overprotective trait active!</span>
<span class="mu-s">Jenn and Emmy can be a huge bitches but have a thing for protecting those younger than themselves, ones who have been harmed and can’t fight back!</span>
“Hey? I’m Jennifer, Emily’s big sister. Good job little guy. Can you come back with us for a minute? To one of the small rooms? Aubrey? Can you find someone to send a Patronus to Carl; his sister maybe as well? Run out to stands if not? Have them come back, get them in? I want to check that “Bludger injury” before the Thunderbird Captain comes down here and tells my twin and this cute boy they both made it on the team and Carlous is the closest thing I have to a medic or Healer.”
“Umm… I don’t… I’m not sure, Miss other Emily-“
“My name is Jennifer. You can use Jenn, and Emmy, Timmy. And, I promise I am not going to hurt you. None of my sisters or friends are. Please? We are going to get a cool rag on that completely Quidditch related bruise; get you some cold water, maybe a Wiggenweld from my tinier little sis. Thank you for how you basically won that match for our House-“, and you got interrupted by Emmy as she stood behind the boy and patted his head like a pet.
