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[_purple_crayon]

Harold and Snowball sneak out of room ten as quietly as they can. He doesn't bring much, his crayon, the amulet Prue gave him, and a blanket. No one stirs, so they assume they haven't woken anyone. It's just too soon and he's too afraid to stay

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[oldestcharmed1]

In the booth that Harlod is under familiar lights begin to swirl about and coalesce. The light is warm and loving. When the light fades Prue is left in their wake. She begins to look around. When she see's Harlod and Snowball she sllinks down under the tabnle to be closer to her friend. She could sense his distress.

"Harold?" her voice is soft and warm "What's the matter?"

[_purple_crayon]

He staaares at the lights, not too sure about them. When he sees Prue appear and he rushes to her and clings.

[oldestcharmed1]

Prue holds onto him too. She wont make him talk about it. "I've got you sweety." she whispers to him, clinging.

[_purple_crayon]

"Wolf tak me.
'n is tay firs' but..scawy and no wan' hurt."