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hermoniny (hermoniny) wrote in pandorarpg,

Hermione was the first to respond in the shocked silence that followed. She stood up and walked away from Ron, putting a soft hand on Percy's arm and looking at him with sad, understanding eyes. "Percy, you're in danger, we want to help you. The people with these spots seem to be the ones suffering from the nightmares, there could be connections, clues, what you've seen could help us save yours and other people's lives. This has nothing to do with the past, it's just the present we need to worry about now." She turned to aim that last comment at the other two at the table.

George sat silently after Percy's rant. Of course he'd dreamed of Fred almost every night since his death, though it was never the same dream, and though he did relive the moment he felt Fred die frequently, every so often the dreams weren't bad. Percy might have seen him die, and dreamed of it endlessly, but Fred had felt him cut out, and still felt it every day. He hated having this conversation, and couldn't bring himself to look at the others. He wished so frequently that it had been him in Fred's place. He didn't completely hear what Hermione had said, focusing on keeping his emotions in check as much as possible and staring at his half eaten food.