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My heart is pounding and I can hardly breathe. I've been running after her for the past five minutes but she won't slow down and I'm not sure if I'll be able to catch her if she keeps going. I still don't know why she ran off like that but it must be something important because she's never run away from me like this before.
I hear the footfalls ahead of me slow so I stop, staying silent and begin to creep up on her.
I see her there through the slightly open door of the old classroom. Hers knees are drawn close to her chest as she sits in the far corner. She is sobbing slowly, and her fiery hair has fallen over her face like a curtain. She looks so small and scared when she's sitting there: so different from the confident girl we're all so used to seeing. It reminds me of the look in her eyes just before she ran. Such fear, such insecurity. I notice how much she is shaking in the cold of old, dark room and decide to bring her back to the hall or the common room where we can talk more comfortably.
The door creaks open as I enter the room and her head shoots up at the sound. Tears are rolling down her cheeks and her eyes are red and puffy from the crying. I catch a glimpse of something shining almost like her tears but different somehow: she is holding a knife. Noticing it, I stride purposely towards her. I grab her arm, pushing back the sleeve of her robe.
'You promised me that you'd stopped this Ginny. You promised me.'
She looks away from me again and cries. I look in my bag and pull out the small first-aid kit that I keep there 'just in case'. I begin slowly and carefully cleaning the deep cuts that cover her arm. She is breathing sharply and I know this must be hurting her but I don't want her to get ill but I also can't take her to Madam Pompfrey. I carefully bandage up her arms and step back from her. She is looking up with me, her eyes still glistening from her tears before but her crying has stopped now ad she seems a little happier.
'Are there any more?' I ask gently.
'No. That's all of them. And Mione?' I look up at her. She frowns and looks at her bandaged arm.
'I'm sorry Mione. I'm so sorry about this. You shouldn't have to deal with this.' She looks back at me and her eyes seem so full of sorrow. I just want to make it better for her.
'You're my friend Gin.' I look into her eyes and she has that scared look on her face again. 'I should have been a better friend and realised that something was going on. If you want to talk about it I'm here'
She turns her beautiful face away from me and stays quiet. She's trying to shut me out. I sigh heavily because I'm disappointed that she isn't going to share this with me. She's been so distant recently and it worries me because we used to be such good friends. I feel like I've ruined something important here because she's probably guessed about me and now she hates me.
I sigh and turn around. I'm about to leave but I stoop and pick up her knife that had been lying on the dusty floor since found her. I stand up again and walk out of the room. It's all I can do not to cry until I get back to my room. I hate to see her hurting herself like this and I hated leaving her like that but it was what she chose. It was what she wanted.