You know what I want ((Closed RP))
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hh_mirrorWith a parting admonishment and a vote, Claire had been set loose on the halls of Hogwarts. Outside the small stone room there were stone hallways, stone stairs, and even more stone rooms. She felt lost in a maze of hard slabs and blocks. When she noticed a tiny maiden in a picture waving to her, she waved back, and asked for directions. That was how she found herself in Hufflepuff, in an empty room, sitting on a mattress that was now hers.
The detachment that she'd worn around herself like her jacket was beginning to wear off, and now she was cold, lonely, and confused. She hadn't been whisked away to endless delights or damnations. She wasn't at the mercy of forces beyond her control. Everything was back in her hands, now, and with no parties, no pills, and no entertainment, she found the idea of being in charge of this life as uncomfortable as it had been in her last one.
She tried sleeping, but was as unsuccessful at it now as she'd always had been. It was late, and the hallway was quiet outside of her door. If this was her new life, Claire wanted to start it with something. She wanted to be numb again, rushing from one experience to the next. But if she had to feel something, it wasn't going to be this restlessness and helplessness that she felt as she tossed and turned on the bed.
There was a card in the pocket of her jacket. Claire read it over once again, then left it and the jacket on her bed. She wandered the hallways, but it was too late for dinner, maybe even too late for drinks. The ambient light from the torches gleamed on her bare shoulders and gold dress. The portrait people were very helpful again, directing her down to the dungeons. A few more questions, and she found herself at the right door. Without hesitation, she knocked and waited for it to open. She had always slept better in somebody else's bed.
The detachment that she'd worn around herself like her jacket was beginning to wear off, and now she was cold, lonely, and confused. She hadn't been whisked away to endless delights or damnations. She wasn't at the mercy of forces beyond her control. Everything was back in her hands, now, and with no parties, no pills, and no entertainment, she found the idea of being in charge of this life as uncomfortable as it had been in her last one.
She tried sleeping, but was as unsuccessful at it now as she'd always had been. It was late, and the hallway was quiet outside of her door. If this was her new life, Claire wanted to start it with something. She wanted to be numb again, rushing from one experience to the next. But if she had to feel something, it wasn't going to be this restlessness and helplessness that she felt as she tossed and turned on the bed.
There was a card in the pocket of her jacket. Claire read it over once again, then left it and the jacket on her bed. She wandered the hallways, but it was too late for dinner, maybe even too late for drinks. The ambient light from the torches gleamed on her bare shoulders and gold dress. The portrait people were very helpful again, directing her down to the dungeons. A few more questions, and she found herself at the right door. Without hesitation, she knocked and waited for it to open. She had always slept better in somebody else's bed.
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Date: 2008-02-25 07:41 am (UTC)"My dream... I think it came from the satellite. I'm flying, so far above the earth that I can see the oceans and the continents. Then I start to fall. I'm so high up that the falling takes so long. All I can do is wait."
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Date: 2008-02-25 07:43 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-02-25 07:48 am (UTC)"Ask them in the hospital wing about the potion," he urged. "You said you'd tried everything; what's one more try?"
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Date: 2008-02-25 05:57 pm (UTC)"Do you have any food?" she asked. She couldn't remember the last time she'd eaten, and the lack of sleep and medication was catching up with her.
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Date: 2008-02-26 04:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-26 04:59 am (UTC)Normally, a shower was never a reason to send somebody away. But now that she had shared her nightmare, and told Reilly her fears, she had to get away. Get out of the bed, out of the room, and into a new place where she could breathe, and be alone. She hadn't come for conversation.
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Date: 2008-02-26 05:05 am (UTC)"All right," he said finally, and got out of bed. "Give me ten minutes. Fifteen at the outside."
He tossed on the first clothes that came to hand and ran a comb through his hair, gave a last look back to the girl on the bed (considered saying something in the way of a goodbye, but decided to hold on to the polite fiction that she'd wait there for him instead), and left her alone in his quarters.
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Date: 2008-02-26 05:16 am (UTC)She was regretting leaving her jacket behind. The air seemed much colder in Slytherin. Claire rummaged through the wardrobe and pulled out a cardigan, then stuffed its pockets with her wig and enough cigarettes to last for a while. As an afterthought, she jammed the lighter in the pocket.
When Reilly came back, there was a note waiting for him.
Sidney,
I'm sorry, but I can't stay. I think I was beginning to let some strings out. You might understand. I didn't want to renegotiate our agreement tonight.
Claire
P.S. I took your lighter, until I can get matches of my own. Come and get it from me when you need it.
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Date: 2008-02-26 05:30 am (UTC)He found the note on the same table as the wooden box; he set it down with a nod, then checked the contents of the box. The gun and bag of loose jewels were still there, though there was quite a gap in the cigarette tray. He closed the box and took a moment to walk around the room, mentally inventorying its contents, then wrote a note of his own.
Claire,
I quite understand. Consider this a housewarming present. No strings attached, naturally.
Sidney
P.S. Count upon it.
He Spellotaped the note to the lid of the basket, gave it to the owl and turned the bird back out to deliver it.