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...she just could not stop thinking of him...
Sighing, she turned over for at least the fiftieth time that night. She just could not sleep. She had tried everything; counting hippogriffs, listening to music, drinking water, taking a shower, nothing worked. She was still wide-awake. Sighing again, she squeezed her eyes tighter and moved to a more comfortable position, hoping to finally get some rest. It didn't work.
Sighing once again at the ridiculousness of it all, she got up and went into the small kitchen in her flat to get a glass of warm milk. The truth was, she knew exactly why she couldn't sleep. It was all because of...him. And the fact that he wasn't there. He had only left about four hours ago, but she missed him already. She had no idea how she was going to make it through the next 48 hours.
After finishing her milk, she went to the living room to at least try to get an article done. Might as well utilize this time. But the living room was filled with pictures of the two of them. Laughing, hugging, dancing, smiling. Merlin, did she miss him. She began to read through the the letter her boss had written, but soon realized that while her eyes were rereading the same sentence over and over again, her hands had been doodling on a scrap of parchment. Looking more closely at the picture, she saw a sketch of his face. She sighed yet again. Then, struck by an idea, she took out another piece of parchment, and began to do what she did best.
Alicia Weasley began to write.