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about_abbott (about_abbott) wrote in pandorarpg,

When Hannah used the word nightmares, it was a severe understatement. Ernie had been dead, he was lying on ground with the Dark Mark hovering over him just as surely as Justin was now sitting on the couch. She had watched him die. She had felt the horror of knowing that he would never hold her again. She had felt the arm of the Death Eater holding her, his breath hot on her skin as he reminded her that death was the only thing fitting for purebloods that chose to dirty their blood.

As she reached for the tea cups, she sighed and involuntarily closed her eyes as she did so. Again, the images were fresh in her mind and the cup dropped as she brought her hand up to cover the cry that tried to escape her throat again. Only when the sound of shattering glass pierced her mind was she pulled back into the kitchen.

"Damn it," she fumbled for her wand so she could clean up the mess. A few moments later she had two cups of tea prepared, one just the way her friend liked it. "Sorry, I've been shakey all morning."