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Sam cut away throug hthe crowd includign a few friends who he noticed. He was blunt in ignoring them and just walked away from her at that point. He absent minded-ly gripped his right wrist and when he edge of the great hall he leaned int othe doorway and pulled his cuff down to show a burn scar that encircled his wand wrist which made him just scoff again and slam his cuff back down before heading to scaling the stairs to the Ferre Common Room.

Once he reached the stairs Sam stopped, his fist clenching at his side as his face stung slightly. He breathed heavy with his tempo slowly but surely increasing. Finally it came to a head as he turned to the wall and slammed his fist full force into it, feeling his knuckles crack. He sat there with his fist still connected to the wall as he clenched his teeth against the pain. His other hand leaned on the baluster next to the wall to steady him as he finally drew his fist away from the wall showing a bloody print where his fist had been. If that had been his wall at home his hand would have pierced through his dry-wall but the solid stone of the castle was less forgiving.

He looked at his hand and realized it was definitely beyond his ability to heal and so he headed up toward the Infirmary, and while climbing those stairs all he could think about was the day he had got that burn and how he had felt during it.

Sam glanced around behind him before whispering into the wand again, ”Delilah… hey, I’m sorry this is coming to you this way but my dad has this real crazy Irishman watching after me and training me so I can’t really just ship you a letter. I’m guessing you’re probably mad that I haven’t sent you any mail but I hope you’ll understand, after I lost my temper on Vance I kind of got grounded, as much as my dad could ground his Seventeen year old son, so I’ve been off the grid and that’s why… this isn’t easy but uh… I was thinking maybe we could take a break, since I can’t call you or anything it’d be unfair of me to ask you to waste a whole summer on me. So… look I don’t want to break up or not be friends but if you don’t want to wait I understand so just send me a howler or something to my dad’s British office and I’ll get the message…” He sighed and waved his wand over his head, “Expecto Patronum!” he said as he cast a blue orb of light into the air and out the small window in the room.

He outwardly wondered if things would have gone over different if he had let the message play out, or if he had cast the damn thing right, but sending a message by Patronus was hard and not something many knew how to do to his knowledge, that was an old trick of the Order of the Phoenix, so he couldn’t really beat himself up for doing a poor job. Glancing at his hand he thought again, Actually, I guess I could… he thought with a slight amusement before the stinging in his hand brought him back to the present. But the present then drifted back to the past as he exited the stair to the infirmary corridor.

”Wha’ you think y’ur doin’ then?” the grizzled almost middle aged Irishman barked. Sam turned, his wand still above his head when a fiery hot rope wrapped round his wrist and dragged his arm back pulling him to the ground. His ‘tutor” had caught him and was going on and all about how his farther had forbade contact with his friends and how this was a punishment not a vacation. And then how he should pick up that stupid wand of his and get ready to defend himself. That bastard had not only just burned a ring around Sam’s wrist that he never bothered to heal but then proceeded to beat the crap out of Sam in a duel for the next few days.

The rest of the summer his tutor kept hold of his wand when Sam wasn’t being taught something about being an Auror. But Sam didn’t mind it at that point, feeling that he had gotten the word out and that the burn was worth it, all the bruises were worth it, both to get word to her and to have punched Vance in his smug little face. He had assumed she’d gotten it and didn’t want to break up because he had asked for word if she did, thus by default, silence meant she was willing to wait. Well that was wrong, apparently, as not only had she not gotten the message but she must have wanted to break up. Well that was fine, she could keep that bracelet he’d magically hidden in her luggage too, all he cared about right now was, well, he wasn’t really sure as the nurse had met him at the door and was going on and on about how he should watch that temper that keeps getting him in trouble and blah blah blah. The nurse muttered a spell and Sam’s mind was cut by the pain of his knuckles moving back into socket. That pain, however, he didn’t think was worth it.