Aug. 5th, 2013

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Allen had mostly been unresponsive.

Mostly.

When Madam had asked him simple enough questions, he responded, but questions like, 'What were you doing out there?' and anything pertaining to the gravestone he sat by that night went unanswered. She decided, or rather after a couple of mistakes, not to trample on that side of the field for the moment to avoid Allen completely shutting her out.

On the night that Madam brought him home, the poor boy had suffered a high fever, she had foresaw it coming though; She took into account that the boy would've been outside much longer than what his frail body could handle. Thankfully, her skills as one of the best doctors had made Allen's recovery shorter than most fevers. Although it has been almost a week, the memory was still fresh in her mind.

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