 Made of Awesome | Ern-la the Best-wa | TZ's Apogee
Tara stood in the middle of the quarters, without moving to take a seat. She'd been here before, only recently, but it seemed a bit different to her tonight. Or maybe she was different. She studied Severus for a moment as he worked, quick and efficient, before she went back to studying the room. "It smells like rosemary and marshweed in here." She sniffed again. Those were two of the herbs Firenze most commonly used on his fire, and the scent was a permenant part of her subconscious now.
George looked up at Hermione, his face clearly telling the girl he thought she was mad. "How am I doing, Hermione? I'm doing very well, thanks for asking. A girl I was just talking to yesterday has died, and I probably could have prevented it. But I'm just great."
Ginny watched Elizabeth closely, considering crossing the room to her side, but a flurry of movement caught her attention. Harry had rolled out his sleeping bag and had crawled into it, staring sullenly at the wall. She knelt beside him, rubbing his back and not speaking for a few moments. "Does it do you any good to dwell like this?" she finally asked. She was a naturally cheery person, and although the death of her friend hit her hard, she couldn't drown herself in darkness the way Harry constantly tortured himself by doing. He acted like he thought he didn't deserve to be happy.
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