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Date Posted: 17:50:00 06/15/02 Sat
Author: Claire Rieera
Subject: .:: Forgotten tragedy, it only rains on me ::.
In reply to: Draco Malfoy 's message, ".:: If we cry, we will rust. ::." on 15:09:01 06/15/02 Sat

(OOC: Yeah so I just posted to Julian below but I'm very very board because my depressingly annoying sister has been on the line all day...almost all day anyway. BIC)

.:: Layered dapple hair fell lazily at Claire's shoulders, the former Slytherin had went back on her 'promise' to herself and was back in the Library to read about England, or Hogwarts, whatever she found first. As if reading might get her back there, yet, all the accumlations of pain were still overwhelming her. At least other people were dealing with the pain, Claire just wasn't. She wasn't living with it, she had let it beat her up in ways unimaginable, and still some part of her said 'find a way back and it will all be alright'. Her hands held one another behind her back as she walked, pushing the white shirt back a little, the diltuon process seemed to have finally gotten to her.

Claire thought of nothing as she scanned shelf upon shelf, searching for something she had not read already. Maybe if she had used more vigilance when everything seemed to be getting a bit strange around school, but no. As much as Claire wanted to blame it all on herself and inflict more pain, just because she had nothing more to lose, deep down she knew that she wasn't the difference between being there in England and here in America. Over the past few weeks she had ascertained much about Hogwarts and England that she didn't know, it made her feel a little more at home. of course every time security found her the pictures of her parents bodies on her manors floor being prodded by goblins and detectives haunted her, day in and day out.

Desolation was all she was now, a big cloud of desolation. It even lingered on her face, how she had given up in most ways. She was a corpse of her former self, the 'self' that spent endless days in the Slytherin common rooms by the fire side, sarcastic exchanges, tormenting Gryffindors...and they had all lost something to. Her friends and foes, they had all lost something precious and very dear to them. She was doleful, surely.

As she moved to the next shelf she stopped dead in her tracks and saw an old housemate, consternation consumed her immediatly. He seemed to be having contemplations of his own at the moment, so she calmly approached him. Normally when Claire approached a housemate friendly sarcasm was dished out to get their attention. However, she wasn't that Claire anymore. So she simply whispered to him, "How are you?". The brown eyes searched his face, he was in just as much pain as she was, anguish had caused her to become languish, that she couldn't tell in him. Life had went from happy-normal to evil-churlish. Claire had laid herself down and gave into it, had Draco done the same? She supposed she'd find out. ::.

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Re: .:: This isn't real, I'm not mechanical ::. -- Draco Malfoy, 01:03:09 06/16/02 Sun
- .:: Aren't you afraid of forgetting? ::. -- Claire Rieera, 15:56:35 06/16/02 Sun
  - You really think you can run from your past. -- Julian Emberson, 18:03:38 06/16/02 Sun
    - Re: .:: I'm just a boy, playing the suicide king. ::. -- Draco Malfoy, 00:45:42 06/17/02 Mon
      - And who might be you PupPeTeeR? -- Julian Emberson, 01:52:09 06/17/02 Mon
        .:: Everyone is hiding something ::. -- Claire Rieera, 08:26:25 06/17/02 Mon
        Give him a mask and he'll tell you the truth. -- Julian Emberson, 11:40:17 06/17/02 Mon
        .:: What makes you think that? ::. -- Claire Rieera, 12:07:34 06/17/02 Mon
        Re: .:: When the spirit is so digital, the body acts this way. ::. -- Draco Malfoy, 04:07:21 06/20/02 Thu
        The clockwork orange so feared. -- Julian Emberson, 06:11:55 06/20/02 Thu
        I wasted my time -- Claire Rieera, 08:56:33 06/24/02 Mon