⠀⠀⠀ 'he told me his whole life holds nothing but pain; that whatever he's been through gave him nothing to gain.'
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀'but the world wouldn't listen; watched him become one with the water; another star gone; one more soul to slaughter.'
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⠀⠀⠀At first, it was all hazy, as if she was watching everything like it was somebody else's dream, from the outer side of a thick, frosted over glass. Flickering lights, blurry faces, distant words. Nothing was still as her mind struggled to keep up and latch on to the happenings in her surroundings. Giving up, after a mind-splitting headache consumed her, she slipped back into unconsciousness, retreating into the shadows until she was well enough to step back into the light.
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⠀⠀⠀The second time her brain coerced her into testing her state, everything was clearer, like she was on the inner side of the glass but it was still someone else's dream. There was the buzz of regular, separate conversations and the shuffling sounds of footsteps as people came and went. Manon inwardly sighed in peace as she settled her mind and tried her best to softly gather intel from her environment. She was doing a pretty damn good job too until someone screamed and then her headache was back like the Hogwarts Express slamming straight into her face. Collapsing from pain, she closed the curtains once again.
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⠀⠀⠀Third time was much, much better. Everything was a little buzzed but it was definitely from her own eyes. She could make out words more easily now and when she experimentally opened her eyes, everything was pretty clear and indeed too bright but that was to be expected. The distinctive white head scarf and concerned face of Madame Pomfrey came in sight, replacing the view of the stone ceiling of the Hospital Ward.
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⠀⠀⠀“Oh, thank Merlin, you're awake. You had us all worried to the point we all lost a pound or two!" she exclaimed, enticing a wobbly, tired smile from the dark haired girl. “Hang on, I'll go get your brothers and friends. They just left about a minute ago."
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⠀⠀⠀She disappeared from view again and Manon took the opportunity to dart her eyes across the setting. Daylight streamed in from the windows, while she saw that all the beds in the row opposite her were empty. She figured that was a good thing. When she looked to her right, however, she saw the sleeping figure of Remus Lupin, hair a mess and skin pale with fresh bruises marking it like flowers of tragedy—his tragedy. Even in his sleep, his face hung in exhaustion and the overwhelming desire to give up and let go was practically inked into his flesh. When her gaze fell on him, Manon's heart broke a little more, just like it always did whenever her eyes met with a sight like this. Oh, how much she was willing to break herself to fix him.
