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[witchy_rebel]

Her room is the same as when she left it. It is a little thing, really, and one that mere logic could have told her, but when she left logic wasn’t the main

(it’s all spinning and fractured Barty Barty, oh, my poor Barty…father hated him stepfather hated me he was screaming and lying, god, the floor shouldn’t move should stay stillthing on her

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[bartyjr]

She's been gone for so little time (for him) that he is still looking for her every second when in the bar and outside, always listening for a knock on his door when in his room, and never going elsewhere.

He looks tired - days of forcing pensieve memories from yourself without a wand will do that to a wizard; so will looking at them over and over again when he should be getting some rest.

He's reading now, but he's doing nothing more than moving his eyes over words.

[witchy_rebel]

For all that's happened to her, Morgan is still a seventeen year old girl, and a young one at that. So, she presses her ear to the door to listen for him. A page turning, a rustle, and she smiles. Opening the door, she peers around the edge.

"Hey," the black-haired, dreamy-eyed girl says softly.

[bartyjr]

For a moment he can do nothing but look at her; he's so happy, but all his face can manage is a little, straining smile. His heart feels tight, too small for his chest.

He wants to tell her he loves her. He wants to tell her this so badly that he can't quite do it.

He leaps out of bed, slightly clumsily, and hugs her tightly, then kisses her on the mouth.

[witchy_rebel]

Missed you, love you, missed you...

But all she does is half-gasp as his arms go around her, and then she's kissing him back. Hard.