"These aren't that bad,"
 
Of course they weren’t. The nails couldn’t do too much damage when the hands were curled into fists. It wasn’t like she had scratched herself. She had merely broken the skin. Still, it was something she wasn’t supposed to do. Brigitte nodded, though, and didn’t say anything as Madam Pomfrey fixed her up.
 
"First, thank you for coming to tell me. This, Miss Cunningham, shows that you're taking things seriously."
 
“I don’t want to go back to Mungos, that’s why I’m telling you,” Brigitte told her flatly. “The whole school already thinks I’m a suicidal lunatic. No point in giving them another reason to fuel that rumor.” Sitting back, she sighed and looked at her hands. “I’m not crazy,” she said before looking up at Madam Pomfrey. “I’m not crazy,” she said again, more firmly this time.

Brigitte sighed again. “Sane people don’t think they’re still dating someone when it’s obvious to everyone else that they’re not.” Leaning forward a bit, she rubbed her forehead hard with the heel of her hand. “Crazy people don’t have to write in notebooks to keep from cutting themselves.”

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