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[kilted]

In the few days after the battle and
before the funeral, Harry, Ron, Hermione,
and Ginny spent a lot of time sitting
in their corner of the increasingly
empty common room. Sometimes they
just pretended everything was normal,
others (mostly when Ginny was away)
they discussed the false horcrux and
R.A.B.

One evening, Hermione was on the floor
with a large stack of parchment in front
of her for scratching down ideas and notes.
Ron reached for a peice, asking "May I?"
Hermione merely nodded as she continued
flipping through the book on her lap.

Ron stared at the blank sheet for a moment
then picked up one of Hermione's muggle
writing sticks and just started drawing.
He just let his hand move. It was better
than dealing with the slience of Harry's
brooding and Hermione's researching.

After a while, Ron glanced at his work and
smiled slightly. He sat the paper on the sofa,
stood up, then cleared his throat.

"Well, I think I'm going to bed... 'Night."

As he reached the stairs to the dormitory,
he heard a soft voice say "Oh Ron..."

He looked back over his shoulder to see Hermione,
drawing in one hand and the other on her chest, a
tear forming in her eye. He smiled again and gave
her a small nod, then continued up the stairs.

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Wotcher, Watchers!

Guh, it's hard to write about Dumbledore and not get all sniffley.
I had to reread that whole section and I have to admit- I got a bit
choked up. Oh man... He has always been one of my favorite characters
and I started reading these books when I was 14, which, believe me,
was a while ago. I'm not one to cry over books or movies or anything
like that ever and when I got to that part in the story, I've got to
tell you- I cried. It felt like losing an old friend. God, I'm a sappy dork.

^_^ Later-days all! ♥