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Morning.
Late again.
Transfiguration was her first class of the day, and she had been late twice this week. Romilda knew that McGonagall was probably going to have her head for this, but she worried about Parvati so much that she often had trouble sleeping.
She had to get in touch with Hermione. She was good at those things. She could help.
Romilda would owl her after lunch. If McGonagall would spare her life, that is.
*****
Noon.
She couldn't focus on her Charms homework. It was half past twelve, and she skipped lunch to finish the essay Flitwick assigned to them last week. She was usually on top of schoolwork, but lately she just felt a bit homesick, so she spent most of her time on the Quidditch field.
Ginny loved Hogwarts and she enjoyed being with her peers, but with Ron's moving out of The Burrow, she was feeling a tad sentimental about her family.
Ah, the sentiments. She definitely got a bit of her mother in her more than she thought she did.
She would fire-call Mrs. Weasley before dinner. And if Ron begs really well, she might just owl him some pasties so the git wouldn't starve himself to death.
*****
Night.
She stared at the hospital ceiling. Another day has passed.
Susan knew she will get better soon. She practically is, but her body is still mending, and her magical powers weak.
Her parents came to visit, and later that day she had Ernie bring her to Parvati. The girl was still unconscious--for a split-second, Susan remembered when her own boy was in a deadly sleep. She prayed that Parvati be well, and soon.
Susan didn't have the strength to visit Dean, or at least, that's what she told Ernie. She couldn't face Dean just yet.
She had to mourn her loss before she told him of his. Seamus was theirs, but he was more hers than anyone else.
Then, there was Hannah's disappearance. Maybe they could try scrying for her in the morning.
But for now, she craved the soothing dreamlessness of sleep. She closed her eyes as Ernie turned on the night light.
Late again.
Transfiguration was her first class of the day, and she had been late twice this week. Romilda knew that McGonagall was probably going to have her head for this, but she worried about Parvati so much that she often had trouble sleeping.
She had to get in touch with Hermione. She was good at those things. She could help.
Romilda would owl her after lunch. If McGonagall would spare her life, that is.
*****
Noon.
She couldn't focus on her Charms homework. It was half past twelve, and she skipped lunch to finish the essay Flitwick assigned to them last week. She was usually on top of schoolwork, but lately she just felt a bit homesick, so she spent most of her time on the Quidditch field.
Ginny loved Hogwarts and she enjoyed being with her peers, but with Ron's moving out of The Burrow, she was feeling a tad sentimental about her family.
Ah, the sentiments. She definitely got a bit of her mother in her more than she thought she did.
She would fire-call Mrs. Weasley before dinner. And if Ron begs really well, she might just owl him some pasties so the git wouldn't starve himself to death.
*****
Night.
She stared at the hospital ceiling. Another day has passed.
Susan knew she will get better soon. She practically is, but her body is still mending, and her magical powers weak.
Her parents came to visit, and later that day she had Ernie bring her to Parvati. The girl was still unconscious--for a split-second, Susan remembered when her own boy was in a deadly sleep. She prayed that Parvati be well, and soon.
Susan didn't have the strength to visit Dean, or at least, that's what she told Ernie. She couldn't face Dean just yet.
She had to mourn her loss before she told him of his. Seamus was theirs, but he was more hers than anyone else.
Then, there was Hannah's disappearance. Maybe they could try scrying for her in the morning.
But for now, she craved the soothing dreamlessness of sleep. She closed her eyes as Ernie turned on the night light.