Who Cares?(open)

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Jane walked slowly in the dark forest. She knew she shouldn't be out here but she didn't care. If she got in trouble she wouldn't mined. She was used to herself having flaws. She was just a stupid loser who no one cared about. All of a sudden someone appeared. It was...

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Zelphar had been stationed in the entrance hall that night and had gone up a few floors momentarily to relieve himself, and had come down just in time to see someone heading out to the forest. Zelphar sighed and tore after whoever it was, he had finally caught up to the girl once she had entered the trees. He recognized her as Jane Peterson, a girl in his year, but a Hufflepuff. "You know you're not supposed to be here, right?" said Selphar once he was within hearing range.

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Jane turned around only to see a perfect. So she was going to get in trouble. She looked him straight in the eye and sternly said "yes I do but it's not like I care. I'm just a stupid loser who no body cares about. I can get in trouble as munch as I want. It won't make any difference to anyone."

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Woah, and Zelphar had thought that he was pessimistic. It struck him as odd how Jane had reacted to him, all he was going to do was escort her back to the Hufflepuff dorms and let her off with a warning. "Hey now," said Zelphar. "Don't talk like that. You're not getting in any trouble this time, I'm just going to take you back to your dorm." And then go an write to Cici, he mentally added. Jane sounded like someone that could easily go suicidal.

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"Fine" she replied in a rude tone. She was kind of surprised. Usually anyone who had any power at all was obsessed with it and got others into trouble as munch as possible. All they wanted was control and they would do whatever it takes to get it.

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Zelphar was slightly taken aback by Jane's rudeness, most people were grateful to not get into any trouble. He did not like the tedious task of writing up reports. He was concerned for her mental health. He was going to see her all the way to the common room, so Jane wouldn't take a detour and hang herself somewhere. "All right, I'll walk you back, then," said Zelphar, then took a few steps and took a look behind his shoulder, making sure that Jane was following him.

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She was but not happily. She shout him an evil glare as he looked back. Did he not trust her or something? Why was he even bothering with her anyway? Just writ me up for detention and go off and mind your own business she thought.

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Zelphar was truly worried about Jane's mental health. Something was not right about her, people did not normally act like this, but he had no idea of what to do. Perhaps if he ran into Blaize later that evening he might ask him to keep an eye on her behaviour. Zelphar wanted to help, but he had no idea of what to do. He pulled open the front door of the castle, then held it open for Jane.

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She sagged in slowly. It had been a long time since someone had opened a door for her. She walked on a bit and then turned around and waited for him. She didn't know why but she wanted to kick him.

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Zelphar adjusted his stride so that he was waling beside, rather than in front of, Jane. The only time that compared to his concern now was when Azzurra had had her last vision; She had looked ill and terribly frightened. Zelphar did not envy her Seeing abilities. The walk to the Hufflepuff dorms seemed to take a long while, but perhaps it was just the tense silence that he and Jane were sharing at the moment.

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Jane hated silence. I always made things go slower. It gave her more time to think. Think about here crappy life. Somehow she often ended up trapped in silence. Slow, sad, angry silence. It made the mad madder and the sad sadder.

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At long last they reached the portrait that concealed the Hufflepuff dorms. Zelphar was unsure of what to do from here, he wanted to make sure that Jane actually went inside, but he did not want her to think that he was spying on her or something. Although, in a nutshell, that was what he was doing. "Um," said Zelphar. "Take care," He then turned and began walking away, listening with all his might to hear her say the password.

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Jane simply told the password and the door slowly opened. She walked inside and sat down on the couch in front of the fire place. She starred at the dancing flames. They moved about the fireplace like magic although their was no spell put on them.

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Zelphar breathed a sigh of relief as he saw Jane crawl into the portrait hole, then walked back to the Entrance Hall. He was going to make his way up to the owlery and write to Cici about this situation. Once Zelphar had got on the stairs, he nearly ran into...

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Safira. She had been planning on going out to the grounds to take a walk, since she currently could not sleep. She liked being a prefect, almost specifically for that reason. "Oh, hey Zelphar," said Safira, stopping short and nearly losing her balance to avoid running into him. "What's wrong?" She added after seeing his face when she regained her balance.