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[quoth_lisa]

This morning an owl brought the letter that I sent to my parents telling them not to come over yet. How strange. I sent out another, just in case. They might be here now, though

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[nott_to_be]

Why?

[quoth_lisa]

'Why' what, Theodore?

[nott_to_be]

I suppose I just don't understand why you care so much.

[quoth_lisa]

I do not know either. I just do.

And I was there.

That might be it.

[boot_t_terry]

Loathe though I am to say it, Pomfrey could probably whip up some kind of ointment for your hands, Lisa. I freely admit that I'd not let her heal me, but thats due to the fact that I'd rather she not wave that wand in my direction - however, she's quite a good healer, when you get to the, erm, bones of the subject.

[quoth_lisa]

You're probably right. But I need to get away. My parents are meeting me in London. It is my own fault with my hands. I just couldn't get them clean and I kept washing them and scrubbing them with my nails. I couldn't get them clean.