Lia Moon does not drink cooking sherry. (imyourmoon) wrote in eighth_rpg, @ 2011-01-25 22:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | harry potter, lia moon |
Who: Lia Moon and Harry Potter
When: Tuesday evening
Where: Lia's office
What: Bad news
Rating: Shrug?
Lia sat on the edge of the pit of pillows, watching Bob the bunny skitter around the room chasing after a toy usually given to dogs: a charmed toy that flew around for the animal to chase. Or in Bob's case, dash as fast as his little feet could carry him as he raced after the smiling blue ball. She had send an interoffice owl to Harry not long ago asking him to come down when his day was over, that she had something important to share. Ron would want to be with Hermione after spending time apart; she hoped Ron would understand why she had turned to Harry to share what she had Seen.
And it wasn't for her stupid reasons about Harry, either. She watched Bob run around in a circle. Lia could imagine what it would be like to have someone you desperately wanted to go home to.
She pulled her legs up to her chest, just feeling tired. Seeing this had made her wade through all of the memories of that night, and seeing people die over and over and over again had left her exhausted and...well, sad. Lonely. She felt an urge to cry and merely reached over for her bottle of beer. Not butterbeer, real, high alcohol percentage beer. She took a long drink and thought about Dorcas Meadows, absently watching Bob run by as her door started to open.