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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Synchronicity" data-source="post: 1978928" data-attributes="member: 10070">James Dunbar, HP 5/5"Argh!" Frustrated by Wes's casual insertion into his mind, and by what the telepath said, James lets out an angry yell and punched the wall again as hard as he can. There's an unpleasant cracking noise and a lance of pain which makes James suck in his breath, but as usual, it doesn't last long as his long-suffering bones are coaxed back into their rightful place. James just looks at his hand for a moment, feeling it knitting back together. He suddenly feels very tired, his anger seemingly burnt out. It's only then that he notices the green-skinned woman looking at him. James looks for a moment, but can't hold her gaze, and he looks down and away, feeling ashamed. "...Sorry." James's mutter isn't very audible, but it is there. He crosses his arms over his chest, feeling very stupid all of a sudden and looks over the garden, taking care not to look at the woman. Remembering his antics of the past few minutes and realising that the woman almost certainly saw them, James flushes slightly with embarassment and retreats into aloof reserve, trying to ignore her while he gets his head together. 'This is all Wes's fault. Stupid bloody telepaths! Who does he think he is, just walking into people's minds like that?! Like I haven't had enough people trying to make me think what they want me to think! And I bet I'm not wrong, either. This school is too good to be true, and I'm not going to get hurt on account of believing otherwise.'</blockquote>

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