"That's not a good way of dealing with stress." 
 
“For me it is,” Brigitte shot back with a shrug. Walt had his way of doing things; she had hers. He didn’t get to decide how she dealt with things.
 
“You could cut too deep, or get an infection or.."
 
“I now the risks, Walt. That’s why I’m safe. I told you, I’m careful.” Merlin he wasn’t listening. She rolled her eyes and took a step away from him. Brigitte wasn’t stupid. But she wasn’t ready to stop. Not at long as it was helping her to relax.
 
"Happy people don't hurt themselves.  If you're unhappy, you should do something that would actually change it."
 
Brigitte gave him an odd look. “Did I ever say I wasn’t happy? I’m happy just stressed. There’s a difference. Don’t read too much into this.” She was happy. There was just moments where things got too much.

"If you had it under control, you wouldn't care if I saw.”
 
“I didn’t want you to see because I knew you would blow this out of proportion. And guess what, you are.” Walt was a good friend. Brigitte appreciated the concern but it was unwarranted. She was just fine.

"What?  Wait, you can't leave. Tell Pomfrey.  Or I will."

 
She was just opening the door to the student lounge when he said that. Brigitte slammed the door shut and turned on Walt. “Don’t you dare!” she exclaimed. “You have absolutely no right! If you tell her, she’ll tell Dumbledore, and then she’ll tell Cliff.” She glared at him. “I am fine,” Brigitte reiterated.

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