"Theodora, I know this is probably diffcult, but please....tell me exactly how those markings came to be upon your wrists. Tell me where, when, who- anything."

She took a deep breath, reached up to unclasp her cloak. She slid the sleeves back down over her wrists quietly and told him. The story was jerky as she found her mouth either dry or was unable to go down that route of the tale.

"Two nights ago," it had taken her a day to collect herself. She had reported into class as sick, unable to face the seventh year class or, at worst case, Justin Haddock, "I couldn't sleep, so I went down to the commons and a boy in my year was there."

Theodora swallowed, "He's not known for his...sparkling reputation. We had an altercation in the past; I won." Her eyes flicked up to Matt's eyes.

Eyes moving back down to her hands as she worried them together, "He's a coniving, slimy, hateful boy. And...I fell for his tricks." That probably hurt the most. More than her hips hurt, more than her head hurt to think about it, more than her voicebox hurt trying to expel what had happened, her pride hurt. "I fell for them. It's my fault."