7:25 a.m.
When she reached the hospital wing she found that, thankfully, she was the only student there. Brigitte didn’t see Madam Pomfrey right away so she went into her office. Ah, there she was. Dropping into a chair, she flung her arms out, palms upward, showing the school nurse where she had cut into the skin with her nails.
“I had a breakdown in front of the entire school during breakfast. My boyfriend dumped me. Another girl started calling me psychotic in front of everyone. And Walt dragged me out. He threw me into ice cold water to calm down.” She rolled her eyes. “So I’m here. Doing what I’m supposed to when I want to kill everyone, including myself.” Brigitte said it all in a very rational tone, listing everything off as though it were her grocery list.




