I'm Just A Little Different, That's All {Private for Lα¢яιмσѕα}

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Mason nodded, thankful for her decision. Quickly he took her hand in his and lead her through the throng of people. It was only a matter of minutes before the two were out in the Great Hall with the double doors shut behind them. Mason could hear the muffled sounds of music blasting and people laughing and yelling as they partied.

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Mason sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. He wasn't good with personal talks like this. Okay, just start off slowly...
"I'm sorry."
Mason looked up and stared at Erin, a pained look on his face. "I mean it, I really and truly am sorry. I don't quite get the whole 'two people' thing and frankly, it's really frustrating. I thought Celestia was just a cover and she was gone–for good." He found it hard to swallow, nervous.
"I don't mind if you don't forgive me, seeing as I was acting like a total jerk, but I just wanted you to know that I'm sorry. I don't really have much to say... Er..." The troubled teenager trailed off. Unsure of Erin's reaction, he decided to stare at his shoes for the time being.

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Mason sighed. "Here's the problem: I want to help you, but I don't know how. I have no idea what's going on and I want to offer you support, but I don't know what's right and wrong to say." He took a small step towards her. "We could always research this sort of thing, maybe there's a spell to fix it or something."

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Mason frowned. "But you're not insane." He argued. "It's just a split personality, we could say. You're not going on a murderous rampage or trying to keep a Blast-Ended Skrewt, are you? You're not insane anymore than I am, Erin."
Mason blinked.
"Wait, scratch that. I'm pretty insane. Uh..." He trailed off, staring at her blankly.

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"Sadly, neither do I." Mason mumbled. "So... What do we do?" He took another step closer and swallowed nervously. "About... This. Us. I don't really know where we are. I mean, I know this is an awful time to ask you, but there really isn't any other time." He could hear the muffled noises of people partying and bit his lip, wincing when his 'fangs' drew a little bit of blood. Mason could taste the salty tang as he licked his lips to get rid of the blood. Well now he certainly looked like a vampire.

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"You can't... I dunno, keep her at bay or something? Isn't there some type of spell to get her out?" Mason sighed. "Maybe she could just become her own person. I'm just thinking out loud here. She hates me."

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Mason blinked in surprise. "Something wrong?" He asked, tilting his head. He heard her murmur something, but couldn't hear it. "Anyway, Celestia hates me. I was thinking maybe we could go to the library tomorrow since it's Saturday, look up some spells. Maybe there's a way to split you two up."

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Mason sighed. "It's alright, honestly. I'm just hoping we can fix all of this." He ran a hand through his messy black hair. "What are we now? For the rest of tonight and until we resolve this, are we just... Friends?" Mason wondered what they were. Sure, he had kissed her, but that didn't mean anything if she didn't return the feelings. For all he knew, she didn't like him that way or something.

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Mason sighed. He didn't want this, but he knew he couldn't deal with a split personality while dating Erin. As much as it pained him, he realized this was probably the best choice. "Okay. So, yeah. Friends." Ouch. Well that hurt his heart. "I'm just gonna... Go." The doors to the Great Hall opened once more and Mason slipped inside, making sure he didn't look back and possibly break down right then and there.

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The rest of the night seemed to drag for Mason. He stayed sitting down at a table the entire time, just pigging out on the food. It wasn't like he had a date for the Costume Party. At least Melanie seemed to be having a good time. Hell, she had been asked to dance by that Gryffindor Sixth Year! It made Mason's blood boil, knowing that a Sixth Year had asked her to dance. She was a god damn First Year! Was there anybody seeing this?!
Mason hit his head against the table for about the 50th time that night. He felt sick from eating so much food, and it was already 11 o'clock. Didn't people need sleep? The wizard slowly got up from the table. He was tired; there was no way he could keep an eye on Melanie. Mason admitted defeat as he exited the Great Hall and tried not to puke from all the sugar he ate. Damn... It was like he had gotten over a bad breakup or something. Mason realized he had somewhat. Oh whatever. The teenager slowly headed for the dungeons to get to his common room and hopefully get some peace and quiet.