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[ant_carraway]

Anthony's back slumped, eyes dark through lack of sleep, spending most of his night studying and then having that dream...

"YOU KILLED HER!"
"I didn't...she fell I..."
"YOU DID IT THOUGH! YOU DID IT!"
"NO-!"

Anthony tried again to shake Remus's words, the mangled form of Sabrina's dead body out of his head, he looked ill and felt ill, as though he

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[purple_chalk]

Sophie-my-love, this sequence is making my inner-Remus cry a lot. Just thought you should know. *snuggles*

[sabby_holloway]

omg. Sabrina's crying too. All these dreams about her. Ahh! Poor girl is so ignorant!

[sabby_holloway]

Sabrina had already been in the Great Hall for twenty minutes or so joking around with Astrid. Quidditch was coming up and as the only two girls on the Ravenclaw team they were eager for the ground to harden. Astrid was just heading out the door and Sabrina watched her leave, and instead saw Anthony entering at the same time.

Skipping over cheerily she greeted him, "Morning Sir Knight,"

[ant_carraway]

Anthony forced a smile, the dream coming back to him he blinked it off, "Good morning" he said looking up to meet her gaze where he had been looking at his shoes, he wanted to compliment her on something, but his heart wasn't in it...seeing her mangled form in his head had not done anything for his weak self esteem.

"You look well..." he said softly.

[sabby_holloway]

"You alright there?" she said, her cheeriness dropping a little.

She remembered his journal the other night, something about a nightmare. It was weird seeing him down like this, it was like seeing Carolyn angry...it just didn't work. She laced her arm through his and guided him in the direction of the Hufflepuff table.

"Come on, food makes everything better," she said offering him a small smile.

[ant_carraway]

Anthony chuckled slightly, as though he was frightened, "...I suppose one could say I'm not..." he told her when he felt his arm being dragged and his foot moved one after the other to his house table, how could he eat? he thought to himself. He couldn't even think straight.

He looked at the mountain of food in front of him, considering he was on time for breakfast. He sat there motionless like a robot he saw advertised on a poster in London.

"I don't think I can eat..." he murmured.