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Date Posted: 06:54:52 06/05/02 Wed
Author: Claire Rieera
Subject: .:: Find a way back my heart ::.

.:: Adorned in mainly white, a white half shirt and finely cut white pants, not caring about any dressing standards or anything else, you might have thought her ghost. The pale skin clashed with the white, which seemed to be some symbol that she had surrendered to grief and pain. A white flag of sorts. Had it not been for the light, layered brown hair tied up by a white ribbon into a wispy ponytail, she would almost appear inhuman. She was definatley pale and lean. Of course the red, tear-stained cheeks excused the idea as well.

Claire had not been in this sorry excuse of a library (in her opinion) trice before she had found exactly what she was looking for. Wizarding routes to England. Of course, they weren't all from America, she'd have to work out the details. Claire was going home, she wanted to go home. She needed to go home. She was dying here. Waisting away wanting to know the outcome of everything that was happening. So as one delicate hand, attached to the fragile frame, held the leather-bound text, she traversed across the library to a table in the corner. Her eyes grew wide, however, seconds later in disbelief.

More anguish captured her as each solution she read seemed more impossible than the next. She could fly, but there was the little fact that Claire was deathly afraid of flying over the Ocean. Chiding the book angrily as if it were person, she returned it to the dusty shelf. That was a major cleft in her day, she had nearly been happy. Nearly. It just wasn't fair, when she was in Hogwarts, as a Slytherin, when things got confounded ther were always to your advantage. Now all the forces of nature seemed to be work against her.

Her heart was convetous for but one 3 things, her parents, her home, and maybe, just maybe, a friend here. Every endeavor she made to approach the old Hogwarts students seemed pointless, she couldn't go up to them or look at them in the same way, it just wasn't fair. Life wasn't always fair, but this was just absurd, cruel and unusual punishment. Punishment for what? For being in the wrong place at the wrong time? It was craziness! It appeared she had no ills about flaunting that fact either. So waht if the atmsophere across the sea was perstilent, Claire felt she could handle it, maybe she could. All she knew was with each passing moment she was hoisting up more invisible ramparts around herself, each time she felt a little farther from home. She sworn then and there that she would make her requital to Voldemort one day, even if she was a former Slytherin. ::.

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