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Nothing to Forget, and I've Got Nothing To Regret
Who: Edward Scissorhands and Nymphadora Tonks
What: Arrival Thread
Where: Near the barn
When: Day 6, morning
Rating: PG to start
Status: Complete



Edward was never cold. Even though it was freezing and it looked like snow, the creature that raised himself hesitantly on what looked like a formidable set of razorblades did not feel temperature change. He was confused, though... he had gone to sleep in his fireplace, and it had been too warm for ice to stay unmelted for long. A little thrill of excitement ran up Edward's spine, thinking of how beautiful he could make this place look if he had enough ice together at once.

The wild-haired, leather-clad young man then turned his attention to the situation at hand. It was odd that he hadn't worried immediately that he was somewhere other than where he'd thought he was, but Edward often lost track of where he was. It was part of his innocent perception of the here and now, and he knew well enough that impossible things could happen.

He glanced at the woman on the ground nearby. She looked like she was asleep, but a terrible dread gripped Edward. He had seen his father like this, and the rigid unresponsiveness had meant that he would never move again. But almost immediately, Edward was distracted by her bright pink hair. What wonderful hair... he'd never seen anything like it. Bending down, he quietly, happily began trimming the edges with scissors that were, in actuality, his hands.