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spinrightround (spinrightround) wrote in pandorarpg,

Alicia couldn't have been more impressed! The pancakes were picture-perfect... and were nearly dogfood as Gidget squirmed in her lap, trying to get a bite in. She laughed, unable to chide the dog when he looked so adorable, and set him down on the ground.

"Just some juice, please," she replied as he went to answer the owl at the window. As he did, she began cutting into her breakfast, sneaking in a strawberry before reaching for the syrup. She nearly knocked in over when she heard him swear, and she immediately looked up to where he was, reading the Prophet.

She jumped when the pan hit the sink, not out of fear but out of startlement. She stood up, reaching out a hand to his shoulder and squeezing it gently. She didn't say anything, didn't know what to say until she knew what had angered him.

So she picked up the Prophet, sat back down, and read it.

And nearly stopped breathing.

She only knew the name Penelope Clearwater in the same general sense that she'd heard so many names at Hogwarts - though she did seem to remember Oliver mentioning her once or twice, perhaps having to do with one of his roommates? Yet she felt a pang at her death as if the girl had been a close friend or relative. If this murder was indeed related to the rest, and the nightmares, then in a way, she was connected to her.

She felt a rush of panic creep up her throat. Yet another person dying, another dead, and who would be next? What if it was her? All because of this stupid mark and these bloody dreams...

She threw the paper off as if it were a viper out to bite her, drew her legs up, and wrapped her arms around them.