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Who: Bill Weasley
What: Bill examines a book purchased on Diagon Alley
When: Early morning hours, August 6th
Where: The Burrow
Rating: PG
Bill opened his eyes to silence and a dull fire in his limbs, a sensation he recognized as a blessed ebb between the waves that brought him under. He flexed his fingers until they could feel the pillow shoved against the wall beside him, then he rolled over and fumbled for the light on the bedside table. When he turned it on, he shut his eyes and opened them slowly to allow his eyes to adjust gradually. It made him slightly nauseous, hungover from the potion. The glass of water remained on the bedside table, but it was cool to the touch. There had been ice in it; either Charlie or their mother had left it while he was sleeping.
( I am like a mouse. )
What: Bill examines a book purchased on Diagon Alley
When: Early morning hours, August 6th
Where: The Burrow
Rating: PG
Bill opened his eyes to silence and a dull fire in his limbs, a sensation he recognized as a blessed ebb between the waves that brought him under. He flexed his fingers until they could feel the pillow shoved against the wall beside him, then he rolled over and fumbled for the light on the bedside table. When he turned it on, he shut his eyes and opened them slowly to allow his eyes to adjust gradually. It made him slightly nauseous, hungover from the potion. The glass of water remained on the bedside table, but it was cool to the touch. There had been ice in it; either Charlie or their mother had left it while he was sleeping.
( I am like a mouse. )