i am no prince, i am no saint, i am not anyone's wildest dream

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7thborn.livejournal.com) wrote on December 20th, 2011 at 03:41 am

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[Wouldn't you like to know? leaps to the tip of her tongue but she bites it back almost literally, swallowing against the lump in her throat and trying to reach for calm and rationality. It's a good thing, perhaps, that this isn't the first time she's seeing or hearing Percy since she's been here. The viciousness isn't nearly as potent as it had been that one weekend, drained away to leave something colder and emptier but less acidic. Maybe in time, that missing piece in her heart and their family will be filled again, maybe the City is giving the Weasleys a second chance altogether—but for now, she's tired. And she doesn't feel like hurting her older brother because she doesn't know what to feel.]

Doesn't matter. I know the same things you do.

[Maybe not everything, but enough.]

How— [A bit stiffly,] How are you, then?

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