Covered in sweat she felt a firm pat on her back ( Read more... )

Angie stood at the front door and suddenly felt like she was going to school for the first time ( Read more... )

The night had been bad. Just sitting there staring at her ceiling, thinking. The morning hadn't been much better though as she rolled out of bed and went downstairs.

( 'Didn't Sleep?' )

( Private )

It was just after eleven and Angie was done packing. Everything was in it's place, everthing was ready to go ( Read more... )

She knocked lightly on his door, trying her best not to wake up anyone else. She felt bad for snapping at him a bit earlier for the whole Gryffindor SLythering thing ( Read more... )

( Miles... )

Needless to say, Angie was confused.

She sat in front of her desk at home with a piece of parchment on it.
Blank.

"Angie? What did you want for-" Her mother opened the door and stopped short. Looking around her mother noticed Angie's bags weren't unpacked.

( Angie? What's going on? )

Angie hadn't been picked up at the train station. That wasn't to say no one was there for her, but she wasn't ready.

Three hours of wandering around London hadn't cleared her head. It wouldn't clear her head and it wouldn't change what happened.

I can't deal with this...But in those three hours Angie learned at least one thing ( Read more... )

In the spirit of opinions ( Read more... )