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Date Posted: 05:00:14 06/21/02 Fri
Author: kern
Subject: when was anything worth it....
In reply to: ginny weasley 's message, "suddenly nothing matters anymore..." on 23:16:57 06/17/02 Mon

Wavering attention was caught by the flash of auburn tresses moving between the books. Snatched from her own world created by the volume grasped in her hands, for a moment she felt vulnerable and as thin form was tossed against the shelves in a startled manner, she was knocked back to an alert consciousness. Clutching the poetic Poe writings against her chest as if holding on for fear she would fall, she glanced about her warily for that which had woken her. Peering through the bookshelves, she was startled by the form of Ginny falling to her knees.

A flash of what she had dreamed, or rather even imagined, fluttered past her mind's eye. What the British students had been through. After a moment, and a prolonged blink, she moved once more. Gaze was trained on the spot where she had last seen the student as she walked tentatively down the aisle. Suddenly her footsteps halted as she reconsidered, And what am I to say to her? 'Oh! I was reading and you startled me so I thought you might need some help. Tell me, how accurate was my dream?' Pish! Is that what you ever wanted to hear?

Lowered herself to the floor, legs crossed in the classic indian style with the book laying across her thighs. Besides, if she's anything like that Malfoy character, she'll just tear you down like you were simply born to ruin or annoy her...you definately don't want to gain an enemy, so just leave her be. Eyes were still caught by the female in the next aisle, who's auburn strands had become apparent once more between the shelves. Finally she was able to tear away as she opened the book to the poem she had been reading for the thousandth time, mouthing the repetitive word, "Nevermore".

[ooc: Pish posh, Kissie! S'not like she's doing anything anyway. Might as well reply to lil'Ginny. -hides behind cheez-its box-]

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