drabbley thing Original poster: mnstr_fics
title : leaving
Author: stepmnstr
Rating: g (from me?)
Beta : sarah --- thank you dear
Words : 100 according to word.
He left.
Sat his NEWTs.
He left.
Before the Leaving Feast.
He left.
I did not know how much I was counting on one last chance encounter with him. I did not realize I had cataloged every one of them from that disastrous attempt to get me to warn the mutt in his fifth year to the one the morning he left in which he just looked, then turned away. Nor did I realize that my treacherous mind would wound me with memories going back to my first sight of his 11-year-old self.
He left and I am … surprised.
Current Mood: 
contemplative
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