February 23rd, 2006

Dark Eyes

Daphne ~*~ Glen Hollow ~*~ Complete

Somewhere, out there. In the darkness.
Thursday, February 23rd ~*~ 3 am




As had happened too many times to count the last few months, Daphne's eyes snapped open in the middle of the night and she was suddenly, heart pounding-ly, awake.

She eased from the bed and quietly approached the window, resting her forehead against the cool glass as she looked out at the dark landscape.

Where are you? Have you forgotten us? Me?

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Side Look

Bill, Remus, Viktor, Neville, Ron and Harry - The Three Broomsticks - Incomplete

Women speak because they wish to speak,
whereas a man speaks only when driven to speech by
something outside himself - like, for instance,
he can't find any clean socks.
- Jean Kerr

Thursday, February 23rd - Evening




Bill was tired of sitting at home alone and brooding. Tonight he was determined to sit in the pub. Alone. And brood.

He was relieved to see that Arthur wasn't behind the bar when he came in and he ordered an ale and found an empty table near the back.