Heath (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} heathism) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wished,@ 2010-01-07 21:29:00 |
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What: Talking, maybe awkwardly
Where: Gid's house
When: Tonight
Rating/Warning: TBA
Heath looked for the fifth time at what Orsino had said in the journals.
It seems safe, now, anyway. My dad went in, and they let him go off.
It seems safe. From where he was sitting, it didn't feel like it seemed anywhere close to being bloody safe, and he still hadn't made a decision about whether or not he'd go in himself. It didn't help that some woman had been ranting on the things about muggleborn theives, and green lights ending their begging, or whatever the bloody hell it was she'd said. Damn nutters, everywhere.
He tossed his journal onto the living room coffee table, next to his bare feet, and picked up his guitar again and the new package of strings he'd had to pick up. He'd gotten distracted during restringing when he'd picked up the journal in the first place. He'd rather be doing this, anyway.