blushing slightly and putting the cup down.- To answer your question, Draco is not ill and as far as I know he is well.- She shook her head slightly and her face now expressed sadness mixed with something that could resemble resignation or helplessness.- He ran away again.- She whispered in a dim voice.
-Could you tell me what you mean by again.- Bleist knew he was beginning to tread on thin ice and it was important not to lean either way, not to push too hard, just to listen.
-He's just like that.- The woman stabbed her gaze into the tabletop in front of her. The light in her eyes dimmed.-When Pirce and his gang start harassing him more, or come up with something new to torment him he just disappears. He's gone for a day or two, sometimes a week, until things quiet down, or they get bored, or he finds some way to thwart their plans.- She shook her head snottily again without taking her eyes off the tabletop.- I used to try to act. I sought him out, I told him it wasn't a way out, that he could come to me with it. I used to go to the parents of these young thugs.- Suddenly she looked directly at Bleist, anger burning in her eyes that could have incinerated the people to whom it was destined.- They laughed at me. Do you understand? They laughed at me!- She snorted hitting the back of her chair with a clenched fist.- And for what? For wanting to protect a child. A boy who is like a son to me! They lashed out at me. They scolded me! They even threatened me!- Nasua rested her face on her hands and sat in this position for a moment. Then she straightened up, and her countenance expressed nothing but sadness.- The professors did not care either. They shunned me, would not listen.- She spoke almost in a whisper.- They wriggled with empty promises. Nobody wanted to do anything. And all this just because he... He is just a little different
