She was losing her mind - it was as simple as that. Sophie sped down the corridor away from Fig and prying eyes. She could hear their argument echoing in her head and she didn't even understand why she had done it. Why when Chance held her did she feel so safe and when she looked at Fig she didn't know which way was up or down? She'd just thrown her first relationship and a good friend out the window for what? A seventh year boy who was in love with a girl that was practically her sister? Everything felt wrong, life felt wrong. There was something - something bigger than Chance or Fig. Bigger than OWLS or NEWTS or anything; there was something crackling in the air and she felt like her mind was slowly fissuring with it.

She ducked into the first doorway she found, the first floor's empty classroom. She dropped into the first chair and held her head between her hands. Her heart was hammering against her ribs and she felt like she was in the middle of a panic attack. Actually she felt like she might throw up the little bit of dinner she'd eaten before she basically blew up her own life. Taking three slow deep breaths she tried to put this in perspective. This is what she had wanted. She didn't feel that way about Fig anymore did she? Sometimes she did; when he was being the person she knew he could be; when he carried her books or held her hand...when he managed to tell an actually funny joke. She liked him like that then; but then there was the person he was the right of the time. The person she fought with more days than not. She didn't like that. She didn't like feeling so angry with him all the time...

So why had she burst into tears? Why did she feel him accusing her of being insane so acutely? This was one of those moments she wished she could crawl into bed with her mother and tell her absolutely everything (well almost everything, best to leave the snogging out). Ramona would brush her hair and reassure her that everything would look brighter in the morning, kiss her forehead and Duncan would have to sleep on the couch or in the guest room. Of course home was too far away and her mother would be busy with all this "a werewolf at Hogwarts" hysteria stemming from those stupid rumors. With the WCU being so understaffed Ramona was trying to be put on to watch Kurby watch Fauna. She let out a deep sigh just in time to nearly jump out of her skin at the sound of the classroom door closing loudly,

Fergie hadn't meant to close the door that loudly, and he sheepishly ducked his head when Sophie jumped. His hands were full (of cupcakes, the infallible cure-all), and he'd ended up having to sort of kick the door closed. Oops. "It's just me," he assured her quickly, standing in front of her seat. "Sorry."

He frowned and surveyed her with concern. Sophie was ordinarily so bubbly and cheerful. She was like a ray of sunshine - or at least, she used to be. He didn't like how moped she'd been lately. It was like someone had taken the mischievous little ray of sunshine and replaced her with a stormy rain cloud. He didn't like it. And he definitely didn't like hearing from a gaggle of excitable third years that she'd had a big blow up with Fig and left after bursting into tears.

 But more than it just being out of the ordinary, Ferguson had always considered Sophie to be like a sister to him, more family than just a friend. That meant it was his job to protect her - which is why the first words out of his mouth were, "Do I need to kick his arse?" Fergie set the cupcakes aside, on top of one of the empty desks, and reached into his pocket to pull out a handkerchief and offer it to her. "I'm no good at the fighting stuff, but if you want me to, I'll do it."

Sophie looked over her shoulder and simultaneously burst into tears and smiled at the sight of Fergie. Sometimes...sometimes she felt so disconnected from him because of Neely and Jordyn and this bond they shared because of shared house. The thing was when she needed him, no matter what, he was there. He sought her out - which she knew meant everyone was talking about her and Fig's fight. She didn't care though because Fergie came and found her; like he just knew where she was.

She took the hanky and slipped her arms around his middle in a tight hug, her head resting against his stomach as she tried to stop crying, "I don't even know why I'm so upset. He was a dreadful boyfriend. He never took anything seriously; he made stupid jokes, and was overly interested in what was under my jumper," but she did like him most of the time. The thing was there were some things that were unforgivable and the fact that he treated Fauna being in such trouble like it was just a stupid joke... and that parting shot about Erin... it was over.

"I just feel it in my bones Fergie. I feel this big bad ugly thing coming - but I can't... I can't see it. No matter how hard I try... I feel like I'm going insane," she swallowed hard finally letting him go and wiping her eyes. "Maybe it's just that Mum told me she can't do much to protect Fauna; except babysit that rotten arse Bagnold. She can't even make sure that Fauna gets one of the newer holding cells. She could end up locked in a dungeon," shaking her head she took a deep breath, "It's killing Mum. She wanted to make it all just go away but stupid Sash and Baxter and...just everything" the second she'd said Sasha's name she wished she hadn't. "Everything feels so much bigger than just that though - like the world is ending".