What are friends for?

[safinnigan]

Date: Saturday, 30 September, 2000
Time: 10:30 a.m.
Location: Trésor Littéraire
Characters Involved: Seamus Finnigan, Charlotte Aurelius, open to others who wish to help clean up
Rating: G, or maybe PG-13 for French invectives

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[beautesolitaire]

She nearly lost it when he hugged her. She took another shakey breath. She had to get herself together. She had to get her store back onto its feet, but all she wanted to do was cry. Who could ruin books? It was destroying knowledge, opinions.... it was a crime. Well of course it was a crime, but it was more then the vandalism.

A lot of the stock would have to be replaced. She didn't quite know how she was going to manage to replace so much at once. She went to get her wand, moving to righting things herself, she was tired. She was upset. It was like the last 24 hours had been hell, for absolutely no foreseeable reason. She needed to eat something and sleep and cry herself out. The initial anger had left her before she had had a chance to make good with it. She righted the chairs and went to inspect them. Fingering the shreaded cushions and back, she sighed heavily. Fleur had helped her pick them out. "These are completely ruined." she said, quietly.

It was hard to even think about being cheerful at the moment, "I don't understand why anyone would do this."

Her head was pounding with the vicious headache that she had had since the investigators had left. She rubbed her forehead with a hand. She just didn't know where to start. She had felt this lost before and had thought she had found a new home away from France. She had felt this way too when she had lost her parents. She had had no one to turn to, no one to share the emotions with, no one to help her plan and organize.