I'll make you think...don't worry.

Matt was drinking some coffee while refreshing his memory about wizard diseases and muggle diseases alike. Mental ones that is, and was reviewing remedies. He remember most remedies but had forgotten quite a few ilnissess. But he wasn't just about mental illness. He was also there for those who just wanted to talk, were being beaten, were pregnant, or just...well going through a tough time and was acting out. He really enjoyed this job so far. He liked seeing people smile as they left his office. People telling him things have gotten better at home. It was all worth it to see smiles and...he was getting corny.

He was brought out of his little train of though to a rap on his door. "Come in!" he called waving his wand and making the papers move away. He looked over to his couch below the window and smiled. That was a nice couch, perhaps he'd steal it one day. The door opened now and there stood a redheaded girl know as Chase. "Ah, Chase is it? Welcome, take a seat wherever you like!" he told her smiling motioning to the couch or the cushiony chairs in front of his desk.

Chase felt herself shivering as she pulled her jacket on and stepped into the fireplace. She was being flooed directly to the Hospital for her first counseling session, and she was rather nervous. She knew that ever since they had started this new section at the hospital, quite a few Hogwarts students were sent to see him because of issues that they had no control over. Hers was the fact that she was pregnant at seventeen. She bit her lip and ran her hand over her stomach before knocking on the door. When she heard him say come in, she slid through the door and let her eyes adjust to the new scene. It was homey, and nice and she could feel herself relaxing already. When he asked if she was Chase she nodded carefully and kept her eyes on the man behind the desk.

Sit wherever she wanted to? She slowly slid into a seat across from his desk and sat on her hands, her eyes roaming around the room, now that she wasn't moving she was almost afraid to look at him. He seemed nice enough, but she was really nervous, last time she had been to a therapist.. well it hadn't gone so well. Mostly sat there, scribbled in his notepad and said "And how does that make you feel?" a lot. She bit her lip and flicked her red hair out of her face before smiling nervously at him, her hands stuck under her so that she felt like she had a more stable base, her back was hunched slightly, her whole body showing how protective she felt of the baby inside her, and it was like her body had taken up the stance to protect it with her entire being.

"I'm.. I'm Chase Moor, and erm, I was told that I had a session with you, but I didn't really know about it until like, today, so I'm really not at all prepared..." She said, half thinking that she was supposed to have a whole presentation set up for him, including diagrams and charts of her emotions and how she felt right now. She knew that wasn't right, but she felt like she should have more with her then just her jacket, and it made her feel uncomfortable, maybe a notebook, or a pad of paper, or SOMETHING... not just a jacket and herself, and it made her feel almost exposed.

Matt chuckled at the way she was acting. "Calm down, I'm not that kind of therapist. In fact I don't even like being called Therapist. I preffer Matt." he told her smiling at her. "It's good you cam unprepared. This will allows us to start a fresh slate." he said getting up. He moved over to a cabinet and pulled out a pad and a quill. He placed the notepad on his desk and tapped the quill with his wand. It was suddenly in motion flipping the cover and writing down the date. "Now, what may I ask is the reason you are here? I can tell the quill to stop if you'd preffer to keep it between us, just us." he told her smiling. He knew some people preffered for their problem or rather verbal only. It was the only reason he had the quill, to write down name, age, and reason they were to see him.

He sat back down in his chair and continued to smile at her. He stopped and put his wand on his desk next to his coffee mug.

Chase blushed and nodded. Matt, how odd. She looked down at her lap and then glanced back up at him as he moved over and got a pad and quill, watched as it started to scribble things down. "Oh.. Erm.. I'm pregnant..." She said, her face going almost as red as her hair, as she attempted to hide behind it. "It wasn't planned or anything... and it just kinda.. happened at Hogwarts.." She said and blushed harder. "I'm about.. six weeks along.. and.. I was told to come to you.." She said biting her lip. "The dad is Elijah Krum..." She blushed deeper and looked back down at her lap.

She wasn't used to talking about her problems to people, aloud at all. She normally wrote in her diary and it was never seen by anyone, EVER. There was so much in her head that she didn't want others to read, lately though, and for a LONG time, her diary had just been writing out her past, what had happened, and barley any of what she thought about NOW. She would LIKE to try and write entries every day, but between making sure she was eating the right foods, taking her vitamins, school work, being constantly badgered down the hallways, not that people knew she was pregnant, but because she was a Hufflepuff, and had red hair, and her hair usually clashed badly with the yellow. She was teased, and somehow it had gotten out that she was pregnant, and well, Hufflepuffs even looked at her funny now. She looked at her lap and felt her blush creep along to her ears, where she was almost positive they disappeared because they were the same shade as her hair.

Matt looked at her and nodded, the quill wrote all what she had said down. "Right, well we shall have to get Mr. Krum in here as well at some point." he told her. He pulled open a drawer and took a pair of glasses and put them on. He had been developing bad eyesight, he would wear contacts but glasses looked cool on him. "You're my first pregnant student." he told her smiling slightly. "You'll get through it don't worry," he said encouragingly. "it won't be so bad. Now, do you have a journal? Cause if you don't then I'd advise you start writing in one to express yourself." he said picking up the pad and quill. He put them in a drawer to the right and devoted his eyes to her. "Now, why don't you begin by telling me how life has changed for you because of this." he told her smiling.

"I'm not writing any of this down and I won't judge you at all." he told her. "My adoptive daughter has been through this before." he smiled down at her.

Chase stared at her lap and bit her lower lip as he spoke. "I have a journal, but I haven't really been writing in it lately.." she said slowly, her eyes staring at a spot on the floor that was a bit differently colored then the rest, her eyes taking in the slightly coffee stained look it had. "I mean, it's usually just what I write in to keep a track of my life, and I rarely write in it really.." She said biting her lip. "I used to write in it all the time.. but then I lost my memory.. and well.. I stopped." She said sighing, her head shot up to look at him when he asked how it was changing her life... Where to start?

"Well... for the most part.. my ex boyfriend doesn't know yet, and I have no idea how to tell him, or where he is anymore, he kinda disappeared off the face of the earth for a long time... and I haven't seen him around, oh and my best friend completely abandoned me.. of course after yelling at me and calling me stupid, insane, and selfish.." She bit on her lower lip to keep her bottom lip from trembling. "I suddenly have to eat all of this preplanned food, and take all of these vitamins.. I made friends with the Herbology teacher, who's going to get me robes to take care of the bump..." She said running her hand over her stomach again. "I'm starting to have like, mega mood swings... and I find myself crying a lot, or being really angry at everything.." She said shaking her head.

"So yeah, it's changed me a lot, and I don't like it one bit, but I can't really do anything about it now... Like Jack said.. I need to suck it up and deal with it.. but I just.. sometimes I feel so lost." She said literally spouting it all out like she had just been waiting for the chance to finally be able to just talk. Talk and not be judged, something she had been yearning for from the moment she had found out she was pregnant, something no one had given her so far. And suddenly it had all come rushing out, she had been unable to stop the flow of words and now it was all out on the table, and it was like a lead weight had been lifted slightly in her stomach, it was still there, but so much lighter she almost visibly sat up straighter.

Matt had caught the name Jack. "Jack Dyllan?" he asked her questionably. So this was THE Chase, he hadn't even bothered to look at his charts. All he knew before now was that her name was Chase. He grinned slightly, well now things where different. "I'm going to say one thing out of all of that," he began. "Jack...is wrong." he told her. "You don't have to suck it up Chase. You can let it all out here if you like. Anything you've been keeping bottled up you can let go. You don't have to now of course, after all you barely know me." He took another sip of his coffee and smacked his lips. "Would you care for anything to drink? Eat? Read?" he asked her. "Reading often helps me escape for a short while when I need it. You just need to make sure you're ready for the real world when you're done." he told her smiling and pulling som books off of a shelf with his wand.

"Well that's normal for a pregnant woman." he said allowing the books to stop on his desk to the right. "Now, I'm going to ask some questions and I want you to answer them honestly." he told her. "I'm not going to judge, I'm only going to try and make things easier for you." he said. "Has having Jack out of your life made it better or worse?" he asked her. "Think carefully and thouroughly. Consider the pros and cons of your life now than what it was before with Jack." He knew she was already making progress. She wouldn't be fully done though until he showed her that what other people think doesn't matter. "How much does it bother you that other people are acting differently?" he asked again.

Chase looked up when he asked if it was Jack Dyllan. yes of course it was her, he would know her, she probably had been here for all she knew. Of course that was kind of weird to think of, Jack writing in a journal, talking to Matt about her problems.. it was all so odd. Jack was wrong? The last few weeks had been hell, keeping back the tears that just kept wanting to come, her palms had fingernail marks in them where she had clenched her fists so hard they had bled. Her lower lip was rubbed raw from how often she had taken to biting it, and her hair just wouldn't stay flat anymore because she had ran her hand through it, all trying to hold back the emotions JACK had said she shouldn't be showing.

So had her life been better without Jack then with? Chase sat for a long moment thinking it over. Without Jack, she didn't have to feel the glare whenever she walked into a room. Without Jack she didn't have to worry about being yelled at again, because everyone else in the world seemed to have taken her pregnancy in their stride, and accepted it, but not Jack. Jack had refused to let her get away with it, and had literally tortured Chase from the inside out because of it. Chase stared at her lap for a long moment before slowly nodding. "Yes..." She said carefully. "My life has been better without Jack.. and it also... has been worse without her too.. I Just don't get it.. how can one best friend make you feel like everything you have ever done in your life, was a mistake? I don't get it.." She rubbed her eyes and ran her fingers through her hair again, staring at the desk before looking up at Matt.

"And yes.. it does bother me sometimes.. like when I pass a werewolf in the hallway.. they almost always turn around and stare at me.. not really at me, at my stomach as though they couldn't quite figure out what is wrong with me.. Every day! It gets to the point where I want to either run off crying, or... punch them! And I'm not a violent person! I never had been!" She said desperately, trying to make him understand her. "She was my best friend.. and my ex boyfriends best friend.. and they were the ones that stuck with me after my family died... and well.. without them I feel like I'm a horrible person, because I never got to repay their kindness to me.." She bit her lower lip and looked at him, small tears gathering in the corners of her eyes.

Matt took everything she had said into thought and mulled it over. Yes...lif was certainly confusing for Chase here. He continued to think before he said anything. They sat in silence as he finally figured out what the problem was. Well, not really the problem but perhaps something that could cheer her up a little bit. "Chase, you seem to channel your emotions through your body." he told her. "You should write them down in that journal of yours. Simply put a few minutes a day devoted to writing whatever is on your mind. Believe me, it's going to help a ton. That weight on your shoulder is going to lose a good fifty pounds the first time you start writing about your mind." he told her. Her waved his wand and a notebook and a quill floated over from his armoire in the corner. They were placed in front of Chase. "This book has been charmed," he began. "only the writer can see the contents. This way you can write whatever you please, and nobody will know...ever." he said smiling.

"Well, why don't I have Jack join us at some point?" he asked her. "Jack, Mr. Krum, and yourself...anybody else you'd enjoy joining us? This is all to help you sort this out. It's going to be like...Dr. Phil, only not as boring." he told her laughing. He nodded when she mentioned her family dying and Jack and her ex being there. "Well, it's simple enough really. You need to find them and thank them. It's going to feel great...I know that feeling." he said. He was quiet for a period of time after that. Waiting for her to say anything else. They still had a good while now. Perhaps she'd enjoy a boardgame...or maybe she'd want to just write. He did have some muggle DVD's she may enjoy. But those were for people like Jack, who were always joking around and such. In fact the 64 was there mainly for Jack as nobody seemed to want to play it.

Chase held the diary to her chest and nodded gratefully. "Thank you." she whispered and held it in her lap carefully, opening it up and turning the pages for a long moment, staring at the creamy white, the smooth texture and imagining it full of her words, words that kept getting stuck in her head, unable to escape from the prison of her mind. She bit her lower lip and smiled again at him, only to have that smile disappear as fast as it had appeared. "Jack? Oh no.. oh no, don't.." She said trembling. Her mind flashing back to that argument in the kitchens. "No, she might hate me even more! Please, please don't bring her in Matt." She said half standing in her chair to make it more important that he not.

"I'll write in the diary, I'll do whatever else you say, but please don't make me sit with her.. I'm so afraid, she hates me, I know she does! But then again, I know she doesn't... cause she got so upset when I said that aloud to her.. But... She would only glare at me, and not say a word the entire time, then march out all angry, and probably not like me even more then she doesn't like me now!" She said her hair seeming to get rather fluffy from her excitement. "Just please, I'll sit with Elijah, I can talk to him! But Jack.. it would only be a disaster!" She sank back into the chair and crossed her arms around her middle, sliding down so far in the chair that she almost disappeared from site of Matt. "I haven't seen Andrew since before I got pregnant, I don't even know where he is right now.. he lost his spot on the Quidditch team... and it went to Jack. .but.. I don't even know what to do about that! I can't do anything about that." She said hugging the journal against her stomach. "Just.. please.." She said looking at him helplessly. "It won't help anything."