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Anita was slowly coming to accept the fact that her birthday was only ten days away. That she would be 30 really didn't bother her anyway. Of course certain recent events might be responsible for her attitude. Whether or not she was happy about it wasn't really the point either. It was over, it was done and people on the Island were safer. In the end that's really all that mattered to her. There was something though to having been there from if not the beginning at least close to it. For a while she had allowed herself to be happy and to simply not worry, whether the whole Voldemort situation coming up again was payback for her dropping her guard or not she wasn't completely sure, but the fact that she wondered if it was probably said a lot more than she would like to admit. She had pretty much decided though to take the happiness that she was offered and not question it anymore. She wasn't even sure when that happened, probably around the time when things started getting more serious with Freddy if she was honest. Whether or not she would hold to this resolve she wasn't completely sure, but for now she wasn't going to worry about it.
She had run that morning, showered and had her usual cups of coffee. Now she was simply walking with no particular destination in mind just letting everything sort of sink in. She suddenly realized that at the end of this year she would be on the Island for three years. It was a little mind boggling and sometimes when she was in one of the bathrooms in the Compound she would catch a glance of herself in the mirror and wonder at how much she had changed, and if it showed. If someone from home were to appear right that second would they see something in her and wonder about it, or would old habits really die hard and would all of the little ways she had used in the past protect herself come back without her even being aware. And then of course how would she tell them about the books? But then deep down she doubted she'd ever see of them again. She'd told Freddy that, well not exactly in those words, but she'd tried to say it. And the truth was maybe she was happier for it being that way. It made her feel very selfish, but better to own up to it then have it come back to bite her later.
She didn't quite buy the whole blank slate, new start, clean record thing, but the truth was whether or not she believed it she certainly was taking advantage of it. Mostly because she didn't feel like she had the weight of the world on her shoulders anymore. Oh, she still worried about the safety of the people here, and she took her IPD duty very seriously, but it wasn't the same, and maybe it in the end even a minor difference was difference enough.
She shook her head when she realized that she had made a circle finding herself once again at the Compound doors. She debated for a minute before actually reaching out her hand to open the door.
She had run that morning, showered and had her usual cups of coffee. Now she was simply walking with no particular destination in mind just letting everything sort of sink in. She suddenly realized that at the end of this year she would be on the Island for three years. It was a little mind boggling and sometimes when she was in one of the bathrooms in the Compound she would catch a glance of herself in the mirror and wonder at how much she had changed, and if it showed. If someone from home were to appear right that second would they see something in her and wonder about it, or would old habits really die hard and would all of the little ways she had used in the past protect herself come back without her even being aware. And then of course how would she tell them about the books? But then deep down she doubted she'd ever see of them again. She'd told Freddy that, well not exactly in those words, but she'd tried to say it. And the truth was maybe she was happier for it being that way. It made her feel very selfish, but better to own up to it then have it come back to bite her later.
She didn't quite buy the whole blank slate, new start, clean record thing, but the truth was whether or not she believed it she certainly was taking advantage of it. Mostly because she didn't feel like she had the weight of the world on her shoulders anymore. Oh, she still worried about the safety of the people here, and she took her IPD duty very seriously, but it wasn't the same, and maybe it in the end even a minor difference was difference enough.
She shook her head when she realized that she had made a circle finding herself once again at the Compound doors. She debated for a minute before actually reaching out her hand to open the door.