WHO: Hermione,OPEN TO THE WEIR WHAT: Desperate to be elsewhere WHEN: Afternoon WHERE: Outside The Weir, but within the protections RATING: TBD.
It was all getting to her. The nightmares, the flashbacks, being stuck inside. The loneliness. She wanted so much to leave but for once in her life, fear was holding her back. She had never known fear to do this to her, it normally made her more determined to succeed. But now it made her more determined to stay inside, stay in protection, and cower from those she feared. She wanted so much to confront it, but the scars she had as a constant reminder would make her freeze, make her scurry back inside.
She had tried to keep busy, tried so hard to keep her mind off things. She had read every single book she had managed to purchase, or borrow. Had read the books given to her by Cordelia as well as going through the database. She really should start finding out about that on particular thing which had been pointed out to her, someone who ate brains but kept bodies in tact, but all she could do whilst here was research.
Sighing, she sat on the steps, chin on her hand. She wanted to leave, explore and find out new things. As she stared out at the street, she couldn't help but think she never would.