p_squared (p_squared) wrote,
@ 2010-03-14 20:55:00

Parvati sat in the common room, her legs tucked underneath her. She had her books in front of her on the table, but had taken a break from studying to thumb through an old magazine. Reading a section on a potion for split-ends, she grasped the ends of her own hair between her index and middle finger. Making a note to try the potion, she flipped the page with a yawn.

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	avisoppugno 2010-03-15 10:28 pm UTC (link)
	Nodding, Hermione looked at the fireplace. "Every corridor seems to have a memory, doesn't it? And it hurts to walk into that Great Hall." Then she groaned and covered her face, trying to will herself to not think about it and think of something else--to not imagine Remus or Tonks or Fred. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	p_squared 2010-03-15 10:47 pm UTC (link)
	Parvati pursed her lips as Hermione groaned, aware there were a fair few people who had died that Hermione had been close to. "Well, at least now we'll get a proper send off, yeah?" she said. "Maybe a bit of closure, too." (Reply to this)(Parent)