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Mon, 28 Nov 2011 22:03:49 -0500

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lupinloopy:

I wasn’t aware that insominia was an effect caused by Lycanthropy - have you tried a Dreamless Sleep potion?

That dream was…terrifying, to say the least. And so realistic - I don’t quite know what to do anymore, either.

I don’t even try to mess with it anymore. It just seems to make the process even worse. So how have you been? I don’t really see you around too much…

Are you sure? Like I said, if you need anything to make the process easier, don’t hesitate to ask.

I’m…alright, I suppose, as alright as anyone can be under these circumstances. I do miss spending time with everyone, though. I’m been trying to keep busy.

lupinloopy: mudblood, and proud!: lupinloopy: hermionegrangerdanger: lupinloopy: I’ve reduced...

Mon, 28 Nov 2011 21:46:54 -0500

lupinloopy:

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lupinloopy:

Again, butterbeer is always a better choice! Or hot cocoa, maybe?

Why can’t you sleep? And I understand - things have been, erm, quite intense after all that has happened. I’m still getting used to seeing everyonealive. ~~Good to see you, by the way.~~

One of the many side affects of being a werewolf. And that weird dream thing… I just… I have no idea what’s been going on the past few weeks. I just need a long nap. Even though we sort of took one for like… 3 days or something.

I wasn’t aware that insominia was an effect caused by Lycanthropy - have you tried a Dreamless Sleep potion?

That dream was…terrifying, to say the least. And so realistic - I don’t quite know what to do anymore, either.

lupinloopy: hermionegrangerdanger: lupinloopy: I’ve reduced myself to drinking Firewhisky. And I...

Mon, 28 Nov 2011 21:27:17 -0500

lupinloopy:

hermionegrangerdanger:

lupinloopy:

I’ve reduced myself to drinking Firewhisky. And I hate Firewhisky.

This day officially sucks.

First of all, put down the contraband substance. If you would like, I could bring you some butterbeer - much better.

Secondly, are you quite all right, Remus? Because you don’t seem like you are, and that’s troubling. Please let me know if there’s anything I can do, anything at all.

Firstly, I’m thirsty.

And secondly, I’m not ‘quite alright’. The past week has been a wretched one, and I just really, really want to get some sleep. But unfortunately, I can’t.

Again, butterbeer is always a better choice! Or hot cocoa, maybe?

Why can’t you sleep? And I understand - things have been, erm, quite intense after all that has happened. I’m still getting used to seeing everyone alive. ~~Good to see you, by the way.~~

lupinloopy: I’ve reduced myself to drinking Firewhisky. And I hate Firewhisky. This day officially...

Mon, 28 Nov 2011 21:16:10 -0500

lupinloopy:

I’ve reduced myself to drinking Firewhisky. And I hate Firewhisky.

This day officially sucks.

First of all, put down the contraband substance. If you would like, I could bring you some butterbeer - much better.

Secondly, are you quite all right, Remus? Because you don’t seem like you are, and that’s troubling. Please let me know if there’s anything I can do, anything at all.

@Katie | One Last Time

Sun, 27 Nov 2011 21:34:36 -0500

ms-katie-bell:

Katie did not reply to her muffled statments. Instead, she shut her up by claiming her lips once more. This is one moment that shouldn’t be wasted with words but instead by actions. Steadily, and maybe without Hermione’s awknowledgement, Katie move them towards her bedroom. She pushed the witch down into the bed, stripping her of her coat quickly all without breaking the kiss.

This need was too strong. If she had to risk everything to be with her, so be it.

Hermione mewled as Katie directed them towards her bedroom, pushing her into the bed. She felt a pulse of arousal, the gesture being so typically Katie that her heart threatened to burst.

Her hands sprawled across Katie’s hips, trying to touch as much of her as possible. Gone were the days where she would be hesitant and wary of physical contact with Katie - she loved her, and it had been far too long.

“Off,” She gasped, breathless, as her delicate hands tugged at Katie’s shirt. “Off now.”

@Katie | One Last Time

Sun, 27 Nov 2011 21:23:25 -0500

ms-katie-bell:

Katie was barely aware of the pain she felt within her hands. The pain within this young girl’s face was too much for her to bare. Silently she watched the tears pour from her eyes, not scared of what she might have thought. This was too much, just too much.

Her hand pressed against her cheek, caressing it gently before her lips were once again pressed her own. The passion that swelled between that one kiss was much more painful than watching her expression, her hope just crack at the sound of her words. It was painful because Katie knew that she still loved her and Hermione of her yet she could not act upon it.

Men are mortal and mortals are weak. This weakness shall destory them in the end. Maybe that is why she found her hands disobeying her, snaking around Hermione’s tiny waist and drawing her closer. Maybe that’s why she found herself kissing back while her brain was screaming at her not too. Maybe that’s why she found herself responding to her in such a way that her cover would be blown.

But she didn’t care. Katie Bell couldn’t bring herself to stop this. It has been too long and every moment was a moment she needed to savor.

Hermione felt Katie kissing her back, and she gasped against her lips, pushing against her more fervently. If there was even a chance, that Katie remembered her, then she would take it.

She pressed herself into her, desperate and needy. It had been so long, since she had even been in Katie’s presence, and the feel of her lips against hers was much too potent to be ignored.

“Katie,” She murmured between kisses, slightly muffled. “Katie, I love you. I love you, always. I’ve never stopped thinking about you, and -“

She stopped talking, whimpering at the amount of sensation she was experiencing. Things had to be okay - they had to work out. They needed their happy ending.

@Katie | One Last Time

Sun, 27 Nov 2011 21:04:46 -0500

ms-katie-bell:

Katie had to calm herself down from being this close to her. Every nerve in her body was reaching out to her yet by some miracle, she was able to refrain herself from encouraging Hermione behavior.

Everything she said brought her heart closer and closer to the breaking point yet she couldn’t utter a single word to signal that she recognized who this woman was. Hermione couldn’t know. Hermione shouldn’t know. She shouldn’t even be here and yet she is.

“You do know me. You know my body.” Hermione told her. I know you too. I know the way you react with I touch you.

“You know my hair.” And how every morning I get strangled within those wild locks.

“You know everything about me.” I love everything about you.

“You know I dreamt about you for a good month.” All thanks to that damn potion.

“You know that you drive me crazy.” I wouldn’t be Katie Bell if I wasn’t.

“You know that I’m ticklish, and that I have a thing for cats.” Considering I remember the memories when I was turned into a cat, I remember.

“You know that I love you.” You know that I feel the same way.

“I’m sorry,” She repeated, knowing that she was never going to be able to walk away from this. Her past is her past and it deserves to be buried, for her sake and Hermione’s. “I don’t know who you are. Honest.”

Hermione stiffened, her hands gripping Katie’s almost painfully tight before dropping them, her head bowing. She felt a piece of her heart crack, and break away at Katie’s words. She wanted so badly to throw her arms around her, to lose herself in the wildness that was Katie. But she wouldn’t like that.

She breathed sharply, feeling her ribs collapse with the strain.

“Fine, then.” She was crying now, unashamedly so. “I’m sorry I bothered you, Miss.”

“But before I go..” She arched upwards, painfully slow, like a flower looking for sunlight. One of her hands, shaky and desperate, gently placed it self on the soft sin of Katie’s face. She rose to her tiptoes, and kissed Katie once more. Not in the gentle, chaste way of before, but with passion, all of her repressed feelings poring into her. She wanted to leave her mark, even if it meant that this was the last time they would see each other.

@Katie | One Last Time

Sun, 27 Nov 2011 20:27:13 -0500

ms-katie-bell:

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“Thank you,” Hermione said snootily, so reminiscent of her first year self that she could have laughed if not for the situation. She determinedly entered her home without preposition, briskly wiping the tears falling from her eyes.

She looked around her home, taking in the quaint neatness, the simplicity of the details. So this is where Katie had been for the past months - it was so un-magical, lacking in the chaos that was Katie, and she didn’t understand.

”No problem,” She said, looking around the street to see if anyone saw before closing the door behind her. Katie walked steadily behind her, just watching her. It has been so long since she had seen this girl. No, it was so long since she had seen this woman.

Hermione wasn’t the shy little girl she was used to seeing. She was now an adult who was capable of leveling buildings and search out those who were suppose to be lost. Hermione Jean Granger…

“Please, make yourself at home.” Katie told her, gesturing to the couch. “Would you like a cup of tea to warm you up?”

Hermione’s eyes flashed at Katie’s suggestion, and for a brief moment, she was mad. Not necessarily at Katie, but at everything that had happened between them, the circumstances that had torn them apart. Katie was her first love - and she still loved her with everything she had. Seeing her like this, so domesticated and un-Katie like just felt wrong.

“No, Katie!” She snapped, and then added, gentler. “I want to talk, please. I want you to remember me.”

”I don’t know who you are, please.” She pressed further, ignoring the girl’s sudden rage and made her way into the kitchen. Opening the cabinet, she took out some earl gray tea bags and set them into two mugs. The kettle was already boil so all Katie had to do what pour the water in and wait for the bags to soak.

Hermione was making this too difficult for her. If the Ministry finds out about this, they will resort to much more drastic measures.

Hermione huffed, rising as well to follow Katie into the kitchen. She knew she was being ridiculous, rash and impulsive, but she didn’t care. She wasn’t about to let Katie slip away from her again.

She approached the taller girl, pulling herself to her full height.

She glanced up, eyes large and imploring as she took Katie’s hands in her much smaller ones, pleading with every gesture.

“You do, Katie.” She murmured. This was her last attempt - if this didn’t work, nothing would. “You do know me. You know my body, you know my hair, you know everything about me. You know that I dreamt about you for a good month, and you know that you drive me crazy. You know that I’m ticklish, and have a thing for cats. You know that I love you.”

@Katie | One Last Time

Sun, 27 Nov 2011 20:15:23 -0500

ms-katie-bell:

hermionegrangerdanger:

“Thank you,” Hermione said snootily, so reminiscent of her first year self that she could have laughed if not for the situation. She determinedly entered her home without preposition, briskly wiping the tears falling from her eyes.

She looked around her home, taking in the quaint neatness, the simplicity of the details. So this is where Katie had been for the past months - it was so un-magical, lacking in the chaos that was Katie, and she didn’t understand.

”No problem,” She said, looking around the street to see if anyone saw before closing the door behind her. Katie walked steadily behind her, just watching her. It has been so long since she had seen this girl. No, it was so long since she had seen this woman.

Hermione wasn’t the shy little girl she was used to seeing. She was now an adult who was capable of leveling buildings and search out those who were suppose to be lost. Hermione Jean Granger…

“Please, make yourself at home.” Katie told her, gesturing to the couch. “Would you like a cup of tea to warm you up?”

Hermione’s eyes flashed at Katie’s suggestion, and for a brief moment, she was mad. Not necessarily at Katie, but at everything that had happened between them, the circumstances that had torn them apart. Katie was her first love - and she still loved her with everything she had. Seeing her like this, so domesticated and un-Katie like just felt wrong.

“No, Katie!” She snapped, and then added, gentler. “I want to talk, please. I want you to remember me.”

@Katie | One Last Time

Sun, 27 Nov 2011 20:06:02 -0500

ms-katie-bell:

hermionegrangerdanger:

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hermionegrangerdanger:

Hermione jutted her chin, refusing to believe that this was happening. This was her Katie, and she knew it. She wasn’t about to leave after just finding her again. She could fix this.

“No,” She said stubbornly, tears pricking the corner of her eyes. “This isn’t it - this isn’t how we’re supposed to end, Katie.”

Desperation coursing through her veins, she acted impulsively, not thinking rationally at all.

“You have to remember, Katie.” She arched upwards, feeling the familiar tensing in her abdomen whenever she was close to Katie, and pressed her lips to hers, soft and chaste, like the brush of butterfly wings. She pulled back, looking up through long, dark eyelashes.

Katie wasn’t ready for the sudden kiss Hermione surprised her with. The familiar feeling, the fluttery sensation she felt in her stomach whenever this girl neared. Everything was the same yet so different. As the witch pulled back, she could see the tears lingering in her eyes.

Her heart felt like it was breaking into a million pieces yet her face stayed as neutral as ever. Katie Bell, the best actress you have ever seen was playing the role of the girl who is destorying not only her life but the life of the person whom she loved most as well. Katie Bell, damned oscar-winning actress who brought about nothing but misery and heartbreak.

“I…” she started not knowing what to say. “I’m sorry but I don’t know you…” Katie pressed her hands to her lips as if protecting herself from another kiss. “Please leave. I don’t want to be assualted like that within my own home.”

Hermione shrunk at Katie’s rebuttal, feeling very tiny and very, very stupid. Clearly, Katie didn’t want anything to do with her. She wanted her out of her home, for her to leave and to never come back. Hermione couldn’t believe this - she had finally found Katie, by luck and a twist of fate, and she didn’t even know who Hermione was. But she did. This was her Katie, her beautifully brave and strong Katie, who had kissed her with such passion - and now she was turning her away from her door like nothing had happened. For her, nothing had happened.

“I’m not leaving,” She said, still stubborn. “I’m lost, Katie. Figuratively and literally. I know you remember me, so please, please.” She didn’t know what she was asking for anymore.

Katie watched her explain herself, those tears still threatening to spill from her beautiful despaired laced eyes. “Fine…” she said, opening the door further. “Come on in, I can’t turn someone who’s lost away. Get inside and warm up or something before you leave.” She told her.

This was not going to bode well for either of them. She could feel it.

“Thank you,” Hermione said snootily, so reminiscent of her first year self that she could have laughed if not for the situation. She determinedly entered her home without preposition, briskly wiping the tears falling from her eyes.

She looked around her home, taking in the quaint neatness, the simplicity of the details. So this is where Katie had been for the past months - it was so un-magical, lacking in the chaos that was Katie, and she didn’t understand.

@Katie | One Last Time

Sun, 27 Nov 2011 19:59:08 -0500

ms-katie-bell:

hermionegrangerdanger:

Hermione jutted her chin, refusing to believe that this was happening. This was her Katie, and she knew it. She wasn’t about to leave after just finding her again. She could fix this.

“No,” She said stubbornly, tears pricking the corner of her eyes. “This isn’t it - this isn’t how we’re supposed to end, Katie.”

Desperation coursing through her veins, she acted impulsively, not thinking rationally at all.

“You have to remember, Katie.” She arched upwards, feeling the familiar tensing in her abdomen whenever she was close to Katie, and pressed her lips to hers, soft and chaste, like the brush of butterfly wings. She pulled back, looking up through long, dark eyelashes.

Katie wasn’t ready for the sudden kiss Hermione surprised her with. The familiar feeling, the fluttery sensation she felt in her stomach whenever this girl neared. Everything was the same yet so different. As the witch pulled back, she could see the tears lingering in her eyes.

Her heart felt like it was breaking into a million pieces yet her face stayed as neutral as ever. Katie Bell, the best actress you have ever seen was playing the role of the girl who is destorying not only her life but the life of the person whom she loved most as well. Katie Bell, damned oscar-winning actress who brought about nothing but misery and heartbreak.

“I…” she started not knowing what to say. “I’m sorry but I don’t know you…” Katie pressed her hands to her lips as if protecting herself from another kiss. “Please leave. I don’t want to be assualted like that within my own home.”

Hermione shrunk at Katie’s rebuttal, feeling very tiny and very, very stupid. Clearly, Katie didn’t want anything to do with her. She wanted her out of her home, for her to leave and to never come back. Hermione couldn’t believe this - she had finally found Katie, by luck and a twist of fate, and she didn’t even know who Hermione was. But she did. This was her Katie, her beautifully brave and strong Katie, who had kissed her with such passion - and now she was turning her away from her door like nothing had happened. For her, nothing had happened.

“I’m not leaving,” She said, still stubborn. “I’m lost, Katie. Figuratively and literally. I know you remember me, so please, please.” She didn’t know what she was asking for anymore.

@Katie | One Last Time

Sun, 27 Nov 2011 19:44:41 -0500

ms-katie-bell:

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She gave her a confused look. “Hermione…” She repeated as if she just spoke in a foreign language. “Yes, I am Katie but… I don’t know a Hermione. I’m sorry… Katies are quite common, maybe you have me confused for someone else?” She suggested.

Hermione’s brow furrowed, concerned and distressed. How could Katie not remember her? After…After everything.

Katie had just disappeared, and no one would tell her anything. She remembered the way Katie had been treated her last few months at Hogwarts, and her heart ached for the pain she must have gone through. But how could she not remember her? Did someone obliviate her? No, Hermione thought firmly. Katie would never let that happen. She was much too strong.

“Katie, it’s me,” She pleaded, desperate. “Hermione Granger - you were my room mate!” Among other things.

She stared at her slightly, the memories flowing through her mind yet her face revealed nothing. “I… don’t know you, I’m sorry.” she shook her head slowly. Katie started to close the door on her. “I think you should look for the correct person’s house that you were searching for. I need to get back to work. I’m sorry,” She gave her a sad smile, “If you need anything else, you could come back but as for this Katie you’re looking for, I’m sure she’s not me.”

Hermione jutted her chin, refusing to believe that this was happening. This was her Katie, and she knew it. She wasn’t about to leave after just finding her again. She could fix this.

“No,” She said stubbornly, tears pricking the corner of her eyes. “This isn’t it - this isn’t how we’re supposed to end, Katie.”

Desperation coursing through her veins, she acted impulsively, not thinking rationally at all.

“You have to remember, Katie.” She arched upwards, feeling the familiar tensing in her abdomen whenever she was close to Katie, and pressed her lips to hers, soft and chaste, like the brush of butterfly wings. She pulled back, looking up through long, dark eyelashes.

@Katie | One Last Time

Sun, 27 Nov 2011 19:34:38 -0500

ms-katie-bell:

She gave her a confused look. “Hermione…” She repeated as if she just spoke in a foreign language. “Yes, I am Katie but… I don’t know a Hermione. I’m sorry… Katies are quite common, maybe you have me confused for someone else?” She suggested.

Hermione’s brow furrowed, concerned and distressed. How could Katie not remember her? After…After everything.

Katie had just disappeared, and no one would tell her anything. She remembered the way Katie had been treated her last few months at Hogwarts, and her heart ached for the pain she must have gone through. But how could she not remember her? Did someone obliviate her? No, Hermione thought firmly. Katie would never let that happen. She was much too strong.

“Katie, it’s me,” She pleaded, desperate. “Hermione Granger - you were my room mate!” Among other things.

@Katie | One Last Time

Sun, 27 Nov 2011 19:25:00 -0500

ms-katie-bell:

Katie was working on paperwork, some files about some patients with an illness trying to be processed for a new liver. She set the papers down and took off her reading glasses, rubbing her tired eyes.

She’s been off since five and yet the work doesn’t stop there. It was unhealthy to bring her work home with her but she felt like she owed something to the human soiciety so that she may be freed somehow from the wrongs she has done. Still, it was seven in the bloody evening.

A knock was heard upon the door, doing little to snap her out of her tired revivere. “Coming,” She shouted, pushing the chair back from the kitchen table. Making her way through her strangely neat flat, she opened the door only to be greeted by the familiar brunette she left all these months ago. Her eyes widened slightly and her heart ached dramatically. Still, her mind closed itself to her. If it was to protect this witch and to protect herself, she must close off all her memories. Not matter what pain it caused her.

“Yes? Can I help you?” She asked her, her voice normal and calm as ever.

Hermione waited patiently outside, perched on the doorstep. She shifted awkwardly, straightening immediately as the door was opened.

And then she froze.

The woman who opened the door wasn’t a kindly old woman like she assumed, or even a pair of newlyweds in their quirky new flat. It wasn’t a stranger.

It was Katie. Katie Bell. Whom she hadn’t seen in months. And she looked older, wiser, but still so heartbreakingly beautiful that she ached.

“Katie! Katie.” She exclaimed, fighting back the urge to pounce on the elder girl. “It’s me, Hermione. Katie.”

@Katie | One Last Time

Sun, 27 Nov 2011 19:12:27 -0500

Hermione wandered through the streets of Muggle London, trying valiantly not to get lost. While she was familiar with these streets - courtesy of her outings with Malfoy - she didn’t know them quite as well as the streets of her home.

She sighed, realizing that she was very lost. It was raining, and cold, and she was in the middle of nowhere. Lovely. She bit her lip, deliberating as to what she could do in this situation. There was only one house in the vicinity - a quaint flat that looked safe, but one could never tell.

She took a deep breath, realizing she had no other choice. She would stop, get directions, and leave immediately. If anything happened, she had her wand. She would be fine.

She marched forwards determinedly, perching on the ledge of the flat, before hesitantly knocking on the door.

I am going to maim Professer Slughorn. And move back to NYC. And then find a pack. Then live happily with deer meat. And never shift back.

Sat, 26 Nov 2011 21:11:07 -0500

Riley. No. Things are going to be okay - I promise.

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Sat, 26 Nov 2011 21:09:24 -0500

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Sam chuckled. “Yeah, I fine. You seemed to be heading in haste in that direction..” he said as…

“Yeah, I know.” Sam said with a sigh. “But I can’t help but wonder why she was the evil one in my dream…”

“I’m still trying to figure that out, as well.” She admitted, tucking an errant strand of hair behind her ear. “But anyways,” She continued. “How are things with Luna and Riley?”

Sam waved off the question. “I really don’t know. I kind of don’t….really care…at the moment. I mean, it sounds harsh, but I really am done with it all.”

Hermione nodded, understanding, but not without feeling for her two friends.

“I know what you mean, I suppose.” She smiled wryly, delicately patting his arm. “Sometimes you just need to take a step back - and that’s okay, really.”

“Yeah, I really just want to escape this for a moment, just sit with my own thoughts for a second, you know. No girls no school no nothing to distract me just me and my own thoughts.”

Hermione winced, realizing that she was indeed a girl.

“Would you like me to leave?” She inquired gently.

Sam/Hermione

Sat, 26 Nov 2011 16:19:13 -0500

Sam/Hermione:

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Sam chuckled. “Yeah, I fine. You seemed to be heading in haste in that direction..” he said as…

“Yeah, I know.” Sam said with a sigh. “But I can’t help but wonder why she was the evil one in my dream…”

“I’m still trying to figure that out, as well.” She admitted, tucking an errant strand of hair behind her ear. “But anyways,” She continued. “How are things with Luna and Riley?”

Sam waved off the question. “I really don’t know. I kind of don’t….really care…at the moment. I mean, it sounds harsh, but I really am done with it all.”

Hermione nodded, understanding, but not without feeling for her two friends.

“I know what you mean, I suppose.” She smiled wryly, delicately patting his arm. “Sometimes you just need to take a step back - and that’s okay, really.”

Sam/Hermione

Sat, 26 Nov 2011 15:32:50 -0500

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Sam chuckled. “Yeah, I fine. You seemed to be heading in haste in that direction..” he said as…

“Yeah, I know.” Sam said with a sigh. “But I can’t help but wonder why she was the evil one in my dream…”

“I’m still trying to figure that out, as well.” She admitted, tucking an errant strand of hair behind her ear. “But anyways,” She continued. “How are things with Luna and Riley?”

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Sat, 26 Nov 2011 15:25:32 -0500

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Sam chuckled. “Yeah, I fine. You seemed to be heading in haste in that direction..” he said as he looked over to where Hermione was headed. He saw the fourth year bullying the younger boy. “Oi! Lay…

“Uh, sure! If that’s okay with you.” Sam said.

“More than okay!” She assured the much taller boy, beginning to walk alongside him.

“So, how have you been?” She inquired, talking with her hands as well. “Since, the dream, I mean.” She winced, uncomfortable.

“Err, well, I’ve been fine, I guess.” Sam shrugged, and put his hands in his pockets. “A bit more…aware of things around me..and Katie….” he said softly.

Hermione nodded, grimacing at the mention of Katie. She hadn’t spoken to her since the event, but wanted to, and badly. She couldn’t imagine how she must feel.

“Please know that it’s not her fault,” She pleaded as they entered the library, dropping her voice to a whisper. “She would never do that.”