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Post by Kane Garrett on Mar 15, 2010 22:48:15 GMT -5
Kane's normally relaxed demeanor was absent today, set aside for the very real issues at hand. He'd helped students at Hogwarts with everything from anger and self-doubt to gender issues, but this... this was beyond that. This was what he'd been hired for.
He stood to one side of his office, a poster on the wall transfigured into a basketball hoop for now, a half-full trash can waiting beneath it, and tossed a wad of paper. It soared across the room and through the hoop, landing in the trash with a light rustle of papers. It helped him clear his mind.
He'd looked into things as best he could with such short notice, but without having talked to the girl, there was only so much that could be done. It was all speculation at the moment. Still, his mind hovered on his first day here, sitting across from Headmistress Hells discussing rules and expectations.
I understand that you will wish to work with complete confidentiality, however... Should there be something that could affect the safety of my students or professors, then I hope you feel that you can come to me.
I make the final decision on major problems. I am willing to listen of course before I make my decisions, but my word will be final.
Muggle drugs, Katia had said. It was serious, most definitely, but Kane's hands could be tied. He was held to confidentiality unless someone was in immediate danger of being hurt. He hoped the girl showed up, and he hoped he could provide the help she needed.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Mar 15, 2010 23:01:46 GMT -5
It had taken every courage she had to go and see Katia, when she'd been handed off a part of her had not wanted to come in. She vaguely remembered being told by Silver that she should see this person, for reasons she could no longer remember. Today however, she was violating a confidence in the hopes that she could save Lyric from himself, in the hopes that she could understand what was going on.
She knocked softly before she came into the room, donning her most comforting attire. Quinn didn't feel confident, she felt like she wanted to hide, and hide Lyric with her, but she couldn't because he wasn't hiding himself. He was hurting. The skirt she wore hung just below her knees, and her soft pale pink blouse covered her from wrist to neck, her hair hanging about her face, not put up, a shield should she need it.
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Post by Kane Garrett on Mar 16, 2010 0:05:34 GMT -5
Kane had left his door open in invitation, had been waiting for the girl to arrive. He wasn't surprised by her arrival, but her appearance was impossible not to notice. There were few enough girls who dressed with that much modesty, even those from the old families, and those who did were typically the quiet, studious type who rarely mingled outside polite company. There were exceptions of course, and apparently she was one of them.
"Quinn?" he asked, putting a gentle and disarming smile on his face. "Come in, please. I was expecting you." He put aside what he was doing and headed for the door, gesturing for her to come in and have a seat.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Mar 16, 2010 0:09:34 GMT -5
Well, Quinn thought, he was definitely an adult, as he cam closer she took his offer of a seat, but skirted just a bit out of the way, enough that he wasn't to close. She gave him a small smile as she sat down, not sure how to start, what to say. She settled on silently braiding a few strands of her hair together for a moment, before looking at her lap, "Katia told me to come and see you," she murmured, trying to look at anything except him. Lyric would kill her for coming here.
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Post by Kane Garrett on Mar 16, 2010 1:30:28 GMT -5
"I'm glad you did," Kane said. There was no missing her reaction to him, nor her nervousness, so he kept his voice light, low, and friendly. "I'm here to help, Quinn. Or just to listen if you want to talk. Whatever you say won't make it past these walls, unless someone is in immediate danger. Are you okay talking with me?" If she wasn't, he'd try to make it easier for her, and barring that, he'd find someone she could be comfortable talking with.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Mar 16, 2010 11:09:36 GMT -5
Quinn nodded a bit jerkily, "it is about someone in danger. About my friend." If Lyric would ever call himself that, "I don't know what to do, and Markise's friend told me that he was in trouble, that he was dying, but I don't know. And then he did that, and he looked sick again, I can't rescue him from something I don't understand, it's not like the tower, I can't make it go away," she was so nervous about essentially tattling on Lyric that she was word vomiting again, but she couldn't help it and didn't even know if she was making sense.
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Post by Kane Garrett on Mar 16, 2010 11:18:44 GMT -5
Kane nodded. He was unable to piece together a story from that, but he wanted to let her know that he was listening. "Why don't you start at the beginning?" he asked. "I'm not in a hurry, so you can take as long as you want. How long have you known your friend? Did he have problems when you met him? Remember, this is all confidential."
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Mar 16, 2010 11:38:20 GMT -5
Quinn resisted the urge for a moment to braid her hair, but couldn't stop it. "I met him the first time in June, when I was enrolled here. He seemed nice, I think I scared him away, but he was normal, if quiet." He was still quiet, but normal wasn't the right word for it. "I didn't seem him again until after break, even though we're in the same house and year." That had been interesting she thought.
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Post by Kane Garrett on Mar 16, 2010 11:42:23 GMT -5
"Do you know why you didn't see him for so long?" Kane asked. Or had she seen him, and they just hadn't talked?
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Mar 16, 2010 11:47:53 GMT -5
Quinn shrugged, "No. I just, ran in to him again after that long. He looked different, he'd changed his hair. He was smoking a cigarette when I ran into him. He tried to run me off, told me to make friends with someone else. With Jory, that's his ex. I told him I wasn't afraid of him. And we talked about things." Things that had meant a lot to her, and things that he'd at least sympathized with.
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Post by Kane Garrett on Mar 16, 2010 11:49:54 GMT -5
"What kinds of things?" Kane asked.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Mar 16, 2010 11:54:16 GMT -5
"About my life, about what he was smoking," as much as she had come here to talk about Lyric, that did not include what had happened before. No one else seemed to want to know or even care to know about her life before Hogwarts. "He offered me a cigarette, I said no because I thought they would taste funny. He offered me something that would make me forget, and I said yes. So we could forget together."
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Post by Kane Garrett on Mar 16, 2010 12:03:22 GMT -5
Kane blinked at the knowledge that they'd apparently reached the subject so soon, and that she'd spoken of it so easily. Most kids didn't want to talk about drugs, terrified of being turned in to the authorities. "Do you know what he gave you?" he asked, then prompted, "What happened?"
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Mar 17, 2010 21:53:47 GMT -5
Quinn never had any idea what he gave her, she continued braiding a lock of her hair, "he put something in pumpkin juice." She tried to remember, it had been months ago, "I didn't remember the things I wanted to forget...well not entirely. I had a really nice dream for a couple of hours, almost like I was living in a memory." One of her favorite memories.
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Post by Kane Garrett on Mar 17, 2010 22:08:14 GMT -5
Kane lifted a quill from his desk and made a quick note to himself, nodding in encouragement. "Do you know anything about Muggle drugs?" he asked. "Miss Medina's note said little other than that I should expect you."
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