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Post by daisy on Aug 31, 2008 17:50:45 GMT -5
Daisy had already had a pretty hard week. First with the pysic's visions, and now with the dance. She had actually talked to Andrew Flint. The boy she had been crushing on since a run-in in Diagon Alley during the summer.
Rolling out of bed, Daisy decided to make her way to the North Tower, her favorite place to be other then the Ravenclaw tower. She was only a blue tank top and black short shorts that she wore in the muggle world.
Climbing the steps quietly, she held the letter from her parents that she hadn't been wanting to read. Quietly sitting on the floor near the open window, she unfolded it. She could barely see in the dark, but the moon was shining directly into the window so she could easily read it.
As she read tears swelled up in her eyes. Her grandmother was even more sick then before. She was dying and Daisy wouldn't be able to see her before or ever again. Wiping a way a tear she laid down on the ground and covered her face with her hands as if someone was watching her.
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Post by skyler2 on Aug 31, 2008 18:09:14 GMT -5
Andrew groaned and rolled over once more. He didn't get innocent Daisy in bed with him, but he would. He was determined to. Even if it meant taking advantage of her current state. He opened his eyes and sat up, running a hand through his dirty blonde locks. Wearing nothing but black sweatpants, he rolled out of bed and walked to the North Tower. The halls were pitch dark and nothing was heard but the snores of the portraits. He lit his wand up and finally found his destination.
But, the small whimper of a cry stopped him. It was Daisy. He smirked slightly and walked in, his face changing into a distraught one before she could see. "Daisy, angel, is that you?" He purred, walking towards her and pulling the small girl onto his lap. "Why are you crying?" He whispered, the moon light shining on them.
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Post by daisy on Aug 31, 2008 18:13:30 GMT -5
Daisy heard footsteps, she knew someone was coming up the steps, but that couldn't make her move or stop crying. So all she did was sit up as she seen Andrew, of all people who found her like this. She quickly wiped off her face, although a few tears escaped her eyes still.
She felt the letter in her hand. She crumbled it slightly as she tried to hold it out to him, but she was shaking to much and it fell to the ground a couple inches from her. "My- my- grandmother," was all she could say through the tears.
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