The Cruelty of the Writers (Previously 'Bleh to lazy to think of a catchy title)

Cassie blinked and hugged the girl again, tighter then she had before. She really had no idea what to say to that. She felt so sorry for the girl for having to endure that, for what she had gone through. It wouldn;t be pleasant, not in the slighest. (unless you Tsuki who seems to have a thing for Azkaban, but I think she just wants to visit. Not stay there. So..) "Sorry Nicole," She said quietly.

Nic didn't respond to this hug either. She just kept staring off into space. It was something that happened to her often as it had become such a habit to her. When she came back to reality, she noticed that she was crying just a little bit.

THE END.

Cause I'm too lazy to write an awesome ending post.

Yeah.


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Cassie soon left and Nicole finally wondered her way out of her room. She was really really hungry after all. In the kitchen she ran into her mum, who noted that she looked better and more alive now. Nicole had just nodded at her, getting something to eat and some more water. Her throat was aching from all the talking she had just done; she had definitely overdone it.

The next day, since she was feeling better, Nic set out to find Vena rather than call her over. If anything she bet the other girl was at the Riddle House and as much as Nic did not want to ever see that place again, she was more determined to see Vena.

The wards around Riddle House alerted Vena when someone entered the grounds. She got up, twirling her wand about in her hand and set off to the ground floor of the house. She got to the door and opened it seeing Nicole just about at the door. Vena stood back, holding it open allowing the girl to walk through.

Nic walked through the door, as Vena opened it before she reached it. She shuddered as she looked around the house for a moment. Then she turned to look at Vena. "I'm sorry," she said. "I know I acted like a brat. But, can you really blame me? I was sort of in a depression."

Vena looked at Nicole for a moment and then shrugged lightly. "Sorry for being impatient," She said with another shrug. Though she knew that if they did it again, she'd be impatient again. Even when others needed her to be otherwise Vena was impatient and couldn't stand it when people just kind of sat there and did nothing with their lives.

"You're always like that," Nicole said. "I'm used to it, or at least I was at some point. But, it just sort of hurts now, because generally I just need a hug and some word of compassion and I'll feel better."

"Sorry," Vena said again. "But you should know that if you're looking for compassion expecting it from me won't work. I'm just not that kind of person." She shrugged, running the hand that wasn;t holding her wand through her hair.

"You could try sometime, you know," Nicole said. Then she sighed and looked at the floor. "When you got angry with me and walked out, I almost made a pact with myself to just lay there until I died, because I felt truly worthless then. But that would've just made you angrier."

She frowned softly at what Nicole said, it made her feel somewhat uncomfortable. "You're not worthless Nic," She told her.

"Explain your reasoning to me, because I don't see it. All I see is a girl with no proper education and who will never amount to anything in life. And even if I did have the right education, no one would want to hire someone to work for them who's spent just over a third of their life in prison. I'll never contribute anything to the world, Vena, so what worth could I possibly have?"

"It doesn't matter if you can't contribute anything to the stupid world," Vena muttered. "Half the fricken people in it don't. Half of the other half are ruining it. Do what you want to do and screw it if the rest of the world tries to stop you. It doesn't matter what others think, it doesn't matter if you've barely had an education. You can go back to school and study if need be. Do something you enjoy."

"I wouldn't know what I enjoy, Vena," Nicole replied. "I've never gotten the chance to find out."

Vena was near close to losing her patience again. "Then find out," She said with an eyeroll. As if stating the obvious. Which in a way it was. "Stop whining that you can't do anything when you havn't even tried."

"I don't know how to try my hand at it," Nicole said. "I haven't gotten the chance to do that either. As a child, my mother made my decisions, and then Voldemort, and then the ministry. I don't know who the fuck I even am, and I don't know how to find out."

"Well what do you expect me to do?" Vena asked throwing her arms up into the air in exasperation.

"Tell me what to do," Nicole snapped back. "Tell me what to do so I don't go jump off the nearest bridge I can find, because I'm about ready to."

"I am," Vena snapped back, really close to losing her temper. "I'm not going to go around telling you to do this and do that Nicole. And you don't need someone to tell you what to do. You need someone to see if your right in the head, because right now. I don't think you are."

"I'm just fine," Nicole snapped.

"Dude, I don't classify threatening to throw yourself off a bridge as fine." Vena replied with an eyebrow raised. "You're teetering on the edge of becoming suicidal, which is not a good thing."

"I'm not freaking suicidal," Nicole said, scowling at Vena darkly.

"I think you are," Vena said grabbing the girls arm and pulling her out of the house and out of where the wards went. She turned on her foot, apperating.

"Let go," Nicole protested at Vena, trying to dig her heels into the ground, but Vena was considerably stronger than she was, so she was forced to side-along with Vena wherever the other girl was planning to take her.

Vena apperated outside of st. Mungo's and pulled the girl inside with her. Ignoring as she told her to let go of her. They got to the front desk thing and Vena said the lady before she had a chance to ask what was wrong. "I think she's out of her mind and I want that checked."