I just stumbled out of bed to turn on the laptop because Rosie will not shut up. Gods, new characters and their memories.
Mom is always too busy at the Ministry, dad with Quidditch, and all the attention that's left goes to Hugo (her younger brother). She doesn't mind anymore.
The old family attic at the Burrows. There are purple paper flowers cut out and hanging down from the ceiling by strings, softly moving back and forth, wind on an unreasonably warm summer day. Lying on an old dusty mattress amongst old family belongings, floating dust turning glitter in the sunlight, looking up at the ceiling. Rose is ten, Rus a little younger. "Sometimes I wonder if Hugo and you were swapped." A glance. "You know, changelings. So you belong here. Hugo seems more like Jamie's younger brother anyway." She looks back up. A laugh escapes shortly after, the sound light, musical. "That's so silly," she giggles, a hand covering her mouth before she moves to lie on her side, looking down at Rus, beaming down at him. "Rus," she smiles brightly, "Rus
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CAT
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I FOUND IT
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RUNS OFF TO READ
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MARK IT ON YOUR CALENDARS, CHILDREN
DAY CAT AND CHELLE STARTING KILLING THE WORLD WITH BRILLIANCE
.... ohgod I love how Blaise just JUMPS INTO THAT THREAD.
THIS IS WHY I DIED SO HARD.
I REMEMBER.
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My messengers problems are a thing of HISTORY. OO
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ALSO PRETEND THAT SAYS 'STARTED KILLING', AND WE'RE GOOD.
I am so amused.
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This is so weird to read. Wow.
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BUT. My prof did chew out my erstwhile partner, which made me inordinately pleased. You know what, I take it all back, I love that professor.
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Mom is always too busy at the Ministry, dad with Quidditch, and all the attention that's left goes to Hugo (her younger brother). She doesn't mind anymore.
The old family attic at the Burrows. There are purple paper flowers cut out and hanging down from the ceiling by strings, softly moving back and forth, wind on an unreasonably warm summer day. Lying on an old dusty mattress amongst old family belongings, floating dust turning glitter in the sunlight, looking up at the ceiling. Rose is ten, Rus a little younger. "Sometimes I wonder if Hugo and you were swapped." A glance. "You know, changelings. So you belong here. Hugo seems more like Jamie's younger brother anyway." She looks back up. A laugh escapes shortly after, the sound light, musical. "That's so silly," she giggles, a hand covering her mouth before she moves to lie on her side, looking down at Rus, beaming down at him. "Rus," she smiles brightly, "Rus ( ... )
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