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[gryffindoe]

[The feed turns on and shows Lily wearing her Hogwarts uniform. Again. Her shiny Head Girl badge is pinned to her cloak and the Gryffindor crest/tie are the only deviations from the black/grey color scheme. There is a faint frown on her face and she is worrying the inside of her lower lip.]

I thought... [She blinks.] I thought I woke up from

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[mudbloodhater]

Apparently it's not quite so easy as that.

[gryffindoe]

The complicated part being not knowing when or where you might end up, right?

[mudbloodhater]

Something like that, perhaps. [you might notice, dear Lily, that he's not looking directly at the camera, as he usually does.]

Though with Somarium, I imagine the entire place tends to be 'the complicated part'.

[gryffindoe]

[After several attempts to catch his gaze, she frowns slightly.] Good point there.

Are you busy?

[mudbloodhater]

Not particularly. Why do you ask?

[gryffindoe]

You don't seem like yourself.

[mudbloodhater]

I've been cooped up for the better part of a few weeks.

[gryffindoe]

A lot of people were sick. Did that happen to you too?

[mudbloodhater]

[a pause, then a bit of an indignant sniff.]

Yes. Sadly.

[gryffindoe]

What happened, if you don't mind me asking?

[mudbloodhater]

[he swallows thickly. Once upon a time, he'd have been spreading the news far and wide, getting his father to do everything he could about the incident.

[But that was years ago, and this was Harry's mother he was talking to. He just shakes his head after a moment.]

Nothing.

[gryffindoe]

[Something about his reaction makes her ache. She tilts her head and watches him, thinking over what could have possibly happened.]

It's clearly not nothing. I'm here if you want to talk.

[mudbloodhater]

I can't. If he feels like telling you, he will. [and Draco sincerely hopes that he will. Harry was a Gryffindor, after all.]

[gryffindoe]

So this has to do with Harry. [Which is why he's being strange too.] Regardless, you can tell me if you feel like it.

[mudbloodhater]

I can't. [he inhales sharply, pausing. Grey eyes dart around the Dreamberry, trying to find something to focus on to no avail.]

[gryffindoe]

Keeping it a secret won't do either of you much good. What if I - or someone else - can help?