[ There is the sound of a girl crying not-so-quietly, sniffling and sobbing and hiccuping. Suddenly she stops, noticing the device and its blinking red light. She speaks with a thick Scottish accent. ]
Oh. H-hello? Hello? Is anyone-- is this one of those panhones? Can anyone h-hear me?
[ she clears her throat and tries to speak louder ]M-my name
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Hi...?
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Er. I'll try and fetch Harry, or... Well.
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Where are we?
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And Draco Malfoy, but really, we don't really care much for him.
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Are we all dead?
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Some people are, obviously. Out of us, I guess it's just... Well, my brother came in dead, too. Fred did, but he left again.
Most people don't come in like that, though.
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And this is not a dream, either. I tried pinching myself.
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You could consider it borrowed time, if you want, but... I'm not sure how nice an idea that is, really.
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--Sorry, I don't really know what difference it makes.
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