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Date Posted: 10:47:49 06/03/02 Mon
Author: Claire Rieera
Subject: .:: I'm about to break ::.

The lean body of Claire Rieera was anything but kinetic as she walked slowly down the hall. Very slowly. Probably more slowly than needed. Who was she kidding? She missed Hogwarts, she missed sitting on the emerald green chairs with the fire ablaze in the Slytherin commons. She missed her parents.

Her parents, she pictured them now. Their bodies on the kitchen floor with wizarding officials and goblins swarming around the corpses. She didn't know her stay witihn the walls of her school would be limited to a quadrennial reign, she was here starting her fifth.

Truth was she would rather submit herself into hermitage than be here in this American school. She hated this place just because it wasn't Hogwarts. She belonged in Hogwarts, with the British people, not here in America.

Night was already here, and she could care less if she got caught roming the halls, she didn't care about house points here or the teachers. She longed to go home. Stopping in front of a window, the brown eyes gazed out into the moonlight. The layered brown hair fell at her shoulders, and she only wished to cry. Her eyes became watery as she pictured the goblins prodding her mom and dad with impudicity right before her very eyes.

She pulled out a small, crumpled picture of her parents and set it upon the window seal. One single silvery tear fell onto the memento, Claire was crying now, she couldn't help it. Crying did nothing, though. No one was around to see her though, she could sob her eyes out.

Replacing the picture back in her hand, she turned, her back against the wall, and slid to the ground. She was falling apart, the same image floated in and out of her mind, what was she to do? It was the worst pain she had ever known.

She was about to have a nervous break down.

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