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He brushed a hair from her face, placing a light peck upon her forehead he pulled away.
“Get some rest my curiosity”
He told her before leaving her there.

She stretched and walked to the common room. And trudged to her bed. SHe fell on her bed before having a strange dream about her father holding a man hostage

Her dream made her jerk up sweat dripping off of her face and a scream caught in her throat. She hadn't realized it was dinner time

Blaise plucked the feather from the air, "You can try if you want, I won't scar myself willingly unless necessary."

Cato let out a small laugh. "What's one more, hmm? Now, what would I want scarred into my arm? Could always get a tattoo over it later, I guess..." He frowned, while rambling on and on to himself.

"Food I need food" she muttered changing and walking to the great hall looking pale. She stumbled slightly yet no one noticed. She didn't even notice that a certain golden boy was having the same problem

Blaise scratched his head in thought, "Try just a line, just in case it doesn't work properly on the first go?"

He eventually made his way to the great hall with his sister, all the while making small talk with her about virtually nothing.

Ophelia slumped down in her seat her head resting against the table. Looking up she saw Catherine and jonathan. "Hey guys how are you?"

She arrived at hogwarts for the first time, unaware of what was going on. "this... this is incredible!!!"

He wrote his name down on the paper, in neat tidy handwriting. The ink was blood red, and he looked surprised. "Is that my own blood?" He asked Blaise, looking impressed with the quill. It hasn't been enough writing to break the skin quite yet.

Ok, im really not complaining that i'm here, but why me?

She turned around to ask the person who brought her here, but they were gone. "oh.... well, i guess thats magic for you. " she said, exited for obvious reasons.

"Indeed it is," said Blaise "though if you keep going you will start scarring your arm."

"Does Dumbledore know?" He asked, inspecting the notebook. "I mean, its quite obviously blood. And what about students walking around with the scars on their arm? She's bound to get caught."

Blaise shook his head, "It's unlikely he'll do anything, the woman was sent by the Ministry. Even if he wanted to get rid of her, he couldn't."

"He can at least make her stop using the quill, right?" He asked Blaise, with a concerned expression on his face.

"How much homework do we have?"

Blaise gave a shrug, "I know not what the ministry is fully capable of, and even someone as daring as I dare not find out." After a long sigh, Blaise took the quill back from the boy and said, "Goodbye, for now, I won't risk any further injury from you otherwise Umbridge will see the scar without having inflicted it herself. She'd trace it back to you and perhaps even me. I cannot allow that."

“Hopefully not much”
Catherine stated with a sigh as they sat on each side of Ophelia.
“The one good think about Umbridge is that she doesn’t give extra work.”