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Date Posted: 10:08:27 06/15/02 Sat
Author: Claire Rierra
Subject: .:: I'm In Too Deep ::.
In reply to: Julian Emberson 's message, "Seized once and never again." on 16:44:46 06/13/02 Thu

.:: Layered brown hair swayed at the shoulders of the white attire that had been Claire's uniform of sorts lately. At Hogwarts it had been emerald, silver, and black. Now just white. White that ridiculed her screaming personality that was clearly tainted an awful shde of black. Melodious mind singing the story of her being beat into submission by sufferenace and loss. Even so the lean figure, walked in, not marveling at the Library like she had in Hogwarts, she wasn't impressed.

Dapple eyes spotted someone talking to themselves, and they were not a former Hogwwarts student. He seemed content and laborious torwards the book in front of him, and though still anguished and haunted by memories, he had struck her interest. Her gait carried her to his table where she sat in the chair opposite of him, when she then quietly spoke, answering his rheotorical question. "No, I didn't know." she said, cintemplating what she didn't know exactly.

The look in her eyes suggested she ready to take a bight and hand herself for the world to see, they wouldn't care. She was msot ceratinyl lacking the alacrity she needed to get through the day, the cheerfullness she used to have in some ways. Her parents bodies flashed in front of her face, once, twice, a third time. She looked away suddenly, afraid tears might find her. Someone had finally the former Slytherins weakness, dilapidated it, and used it against her. ::.

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