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Who; Colin and Percy Weasley What; Wandering The Halls When; Tuesday, September 10th, nightfall Where; The halls Rating; PG Status; Incomplete
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Colin turned a corner, eyes looking over the stones, a hand stretched outwards, running fingers over the stones carefully, feeling each bump and groove in the stones. He came to an intersection and turned left, his hand dropping down to side, his head dropping down to watch his feet as he walked, hunching over slightly, trying to look inconspicuous.
He wanted to go home, he wanted to see his Mum and his Dad before he died here, just like Dennis had. That’d be funny, in an ironic way, him dying because of the castle that his brother tried so vainly to build. He was sure that no one else would see it that way, but he really didn’t know how to see it anyway else. He couldn’t allow himself to be sad, that wasn’t a good thing. Sad people became depressed and made mistakes, and besides, everything always turned out good in the end.
He rounded another corner and continued to walk, watching as his feet took one step in front of the other, lost in his own thoughts.
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