Dancing with myself (Open)

Savannah nodded glumly, "It'll be like the Wizarding wars all over again. Too bad Harry Potter can't save as all now." Sighing, she stared outside. She hated having to go through life without her father, She missed him terribly, and with her mother being so busy, she constantly felt alone. At least I have one friend. Glancing over at JJ, it occurred to her that selling her out was bad faith. It would only end with her being bitter and angry, and people do stupid things when they're angry.

"It better work." Savannah frowned, "If it doesn't, I'll have to find the people in charge and yell at them."

J. J. gave her a small sad smile, "That sounds like a plan; I shall join you."

She looked out over the castle grounds below here. Safe was what she was supposed to be here... but she wondered what exactly that safety brought.

She was crying rather loudly and yelling stuff in languages she didn't even know she knew.

"I'm gonna throw myself down there and end this misery people call life!", she said dramatically and the woke up.
Tesla was again sleepwalking and couldn't understand what was she doing in the clock tower in her nightgown and barefooted.

J. J. blinked in shock as a girl came rushing into the clock tower, yelling crazy stuff, and then it looked like was about to jump off the tower.

"Umm..." she said after a moment when the girl just stood there, "Are you alright?"

Grinning at JJ, she was about to speak when she was interrupted by a girl's deceleration to kill herself. Jumping slightly, she turned to frown at the older girl. Glancing out the window, she turned back towards the girl in the nightgown, "But, isn't the Astronomy tower higher? Wouldn't it make more sense to go there?"

Of course, she didn't want the girl to kill herself, that would just annoy Savannah, having to attend the funeral to a girl she never met, but if she was going to kill herself, then she should do it right.

Isabel rushed down the halls, tears streaking down her cheeks. She didn't know where she was going, but she knew she never, ever wanted to stop running. Even when her breath came in short gasps and her legs were too weak to carry her, she would continue to run.
"Damn it!" she screamed suddenly, punching a door in front of her, and giving a shriek of surprise as the door opened, and she tumbled into the room. There were three other girls already, and one appeared to just be waking up. Isabel hastily wiped the tears from her cheeks.
"Hello..." she said weakly.

J. J. blinked as another girl came in; this one younger - probably in Savannah's year - and looking quite tearful.

What was happening to this school, and since when was the Clock Tower so busy? she asked herself.

"Are you okay?" She asked aloud to the new arrival. She wasn't entirely sure she wanted to get into it, but she couldn't just let someone arrive crying without attempting to be helpful. It was how she worked.

Isabel blushed, eyes downcast, watching as her tears fell to the floor.
"N-not really," she said quietly, trembling. Her whole world was completely falling apart, all thanks to that damn letter she had received from her father.

It was that girl who was always late to everything. Why in the world was she here? And why was she crying? As great questions as they were, Savannah didn't move to help her. She just looked at her, watching her cry before flicking her gaze back over to the suicidal girl, wondering if she planned on replying.

J. J. sighed internally and gave the girl a sympathetic glance. After all, she had broken down at school before and eventually appriciated a sympathetic ear, she might as well give back to whoever else needed one.

Since the first girl who came in didn't seem to be responding yet, she would see if she could help the younger one.

"Do you wish to talk about it?"

Isabel smiled at the nice girl. Some Hufflepuffs truly lived up to their House. She went over and sat next to her, wiping her tears away and sighing.
"My father... he sent me a letter. He's divorcing my mum and joining Maius Bonum, and expects me to do the same thing, but he doesn't know that I'm in Protectorus Mundi," sighed Isabel, "I can't believe how damn stupid he's being. Filthy hypocrite," the harsh words flew out of Isabel's mouth, but she felt no regret. Her father had abused her for years, especially after her accidental magic incident. He was punishing her because of the Muggles, but now, he was out to kill them.

J. J. listened to the girl and felt sorry for her.

"That's really to bad," she said with genuine feeling, "family - its a sad thing when they splinter."

She played with her hair nervously, "So... you don't dislike muggles than?"

"My mum's a Muggle, and we lived in a Muggle town until I was about seven. I did some accidental magic in front of all the Muggle children I was friends with, and they knew I was a witch, so I ran. They followed after me, with every sharp object they had, trying to kill me. My accidental magic kicked in again, and I flew to the top of a barn, and my dad saw me and grabbed me and my mum and Apparated away. He acted like the whole thing was my fault, punished me and defended the Muggles. 'They're scared and furious at magical folk,' he said, 'you've got to be careful. What were you thinking?' And now he's out to kill the Muggles, even though all those years ago he was putting them above his own daughter," vented Isabel, the tears flowing down her cheeks freely.

Glancing down at Isabel as she spoke, Savannah leaned against the window, determined not to look down. It would blow her cover. Deciding to keep quiet lest the girl blow her cover, she watched the girl. She really didn't feel sorry for her. All she had to do was act like she'd never gotten the letter, and she'd stop whining. Rubbing her eyes weakly, Savannah voiced the comment calmly, but the slightest edge of annoyance crept into her voice, "Why don't you just act like you didn't get the letter? If he asks, say that you're owl never made it to Hogwarts."

Isabel looked up at Savannah. "That's a good idea... I won't see him for a long time, but I'll have to reply to his owls eventually, and if I don't, he'll probably come up to the school." Izzy shuddered at the idea of her father coming to the school, "and things definitely won't be easy with his sudden change of heart. Pfft. Heart. I doubt he has one,"

Frowning, she watched Isabel for a moment before scoffing, "Well of course he has a heart. He's alive, isn't he?" Shaking her head at Isabel, she moved towards her, her footsteps echoing around the tower. Eyeing the Ravenclaw, she spoke calmly, "Eventually is the key word here. You'll get at least a few weeks to come up with a plan before he begins to realize you're lying to him."

"That is not what I meant," Isabel replied calmly, but she was beginning to dislike the Gryffindor, "and it would be hard to come up with a plan when he's slamming his fists into me-" Izzy stopped short, realizing that she had said too much, and she clapped her hand over her mouth, looking in fear at the other two girls.

J. J. listened quietly as the two discussed the problem. She refained from input for she didn't really have any good suggestions. She really didn't know about problems and her best advice is - 'I'm sure it will get better'. And thats usually a lie since she isn't sure of.

She felt a shock as the girl let that slip.

"He hits you?"

She felt unsure about her reason to be there. When did I got here?, she wondered, looking at the girls in front of her like they were the 3 strangest persons in the world. And what the hell happened, where did I loose my shoes?

Lowering her head, because of shame, she realized she was in her nightgown. "Um..." she started. "Did I just sleepwalked again, or what?"

Isabel had always wondered what a deer staring into headlights looked like, she supposed now she closely resembled one.

Why? Because she had just told someone she had met two seconds ago about her father abusing her.

If her father heard about this, he was going to KILL her. Only a few times had he brought out that horrible whip to use on her, but if he knew she had told, she suspected her father would whip her until she bled. At the terrifying thought of what her father would do to her in such a rage as he would have if he found out, Isabel burst into a fresh wave of tears.
"Please, please don't tell anyone! If he found out I had told-" Isabel choked over her breath, nearly going into a panic attack, "You have no idea what he would do to me! Please, I am begging you! Don't try and do anything."

Glancing over at the elder girl, she shrugged slightly, "I wouldn't know, would I?" But running her eyes over the girl's nightgown, she shrugged, then glanced outside. Crinkling her nose, she turned back to her, "Why are you sleeping in the middle of the day?"

And the other girl - Isabel - she was crying again. At least this time, it was warranted. Savannah couldn't even imagine what that could be like at all, to be abused by a parent. Seeing as her father was dead and her mother spent all her time working, so she didn't really have the opportunity to talk to her parents, let alone actually have them inflict pain on her. Staring at Isabel, she sighed, "I won't tell a soul."

J. J. looked over at the other girl, seeing it was Tesla and smiled, "I guess, you tried to throw yourself off the tower; you might want to chain yourself to the bed next time." She gave the a soft laugh so the older girl knew she was teasing before turning back to Isabel.

"Who would I tell? Its not my business to spread around," she paused to think about it, "But maybe you should tell someone with more power than us. You don't have to if you don't want to but... there must be someone who could help you. That isn't right."

Isabel blushed, her entire face burning a deep crimson. These girls were so nice. She said that Izzy should tell someone who would have power to make it stop... But if her father knew that she had told, horrible things would happen. Izzy remembered the last time, back when her father thought she had told, and someone had been very close to finding out about the abuse...

She remembered that horrible day all too well, her father had thrown several chairs at her, along with every single glass in the cupboard. He had whipped her until her legs and back were raw and bleeding, he had tied her to the bar in the closet, and punched every inch of her.

"No-I can't! I can't tell anyone!" Izzy's breathing was coming in short gasps, it felt as if invisible hands were closing in on her torso, and she was very near to a full fledged panic attack, "If-he-found-out-I-told..." Izzy took a few more gasping breaths, shuddering madly, "He-would-beat-me-half-to-death! Last-time-someone-nearly-found-out-I-couldn't-move-for-weeks! You-don't-understand!" Izzy coughed, being incapable of speaking anymore, and sinking to the stone floor, gasping and coughing, tears running down her red-hot face.

Oh Merlin no. Now Isabel was acting like a blithering idiot. Of course, seeing as the girl was terrified for her life, it made some sense, but it was still annoying. Sighing ever so slightly as she stared down at the dark haired girl on the floor, Savannah crossed her arms.

Why didn't this girl get it? If she really wanted this to stop, then she should tell someone. Or else it would continue on and on and on. "If he gets his sorry arse carted off to Azkaban, then you won't need to be so scared."

"It's the middle of the day?!", she asked, no yelled at her fellow Gryff. "Poo crap, I slept in. Again."

Giving JJ a weak smile, she turned to the firstie. "You shouldn't let him hit you. Never let anyone do things to you that make you feel bad."