Authors Notes: Hi and hello and welcome to this Oneshot! I hope you enjoy it! :D
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Harry Potter, they belong completely to JKR. I took some liberties as to how things went down for Draco as the war waged on in Hogwarts, so forgive me if it's not what you expected!
Summary: Oneshot. "Dammit Granger, it's your job to save me." "If you're in this room thinking I can save you, you're wrong. Only you can save yourself, Malfoy." A session between Draco and his latest therapist is reviewed. Post-War talk.
Setting: Set one year after the War.
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Seriously Disturbed
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MONDAY - The Time
Down the street from the Ministry phone booth entrance and well into the city, was a well disguised building, where at the top floor was a wide, well furnished and antique office which held, as always, two people.
The patient, Draco Abraxas Malfoy, was lying down across his therapist's "Thinking Couch," with his fingers pressed to his eyelids. Therapist Hermione Jean Granger, sitting upright in a plush chair across from him held a clipboard in hand with a quill at the ready. They spoke every few seconds of things with no real relevance, yet neither party seemed to mind. In apparent anxiety, Draco sat up.
"What time is it?"
"One o'clock in the afternoon."
"You said that the last time I asked."
"Because the last time you asked was five seconds ago."
"Oh."
Draco lay back down on the couch and resumed his former actions of brooding and self-loathing. Silence elapsed between the two, however once again, neither patient nor therapist seemed to be uncomfortable.
Without extracting any information from her patient, Hermione scribbled quickly on her clipboard. Draco sat up again.
"What did you just write about me?" he snapped.
Hermione continued writing. "None of your business."
His eyes burrowed in confusion, for rumor of Hermione's unique methods told that she did not find use in taking notes, and thus never did, yet there she was, scrutinizing his every behavior."What time is it now?" he asked, mainly to distract himself from the thought that he must be especially difficult for her to begin changing her tactics – a feeling that made him feel more odd than he already felt.
"A minute past… listen, Mr. Malfoy -"
"What? You don't have to call me Mister, by the way, just because you're my therapist, Granger. You can call me whatever you want to call me."
Hermione raised one of her eyebrows and was silenced.
"What?"
"Nothing, Ferret."
"Except that."
"Okay, Malfoy."
"Better."
Hermione crossed her ankles and leaned forward to examine her patient.
"Is there anything you want to discuss with me today, Malfoy?"
"I don't know. I'm not sure."
"How was your day?"
"Are you asking me because it's your job or because you care?"
"Answer the question."
He stared at her, hoping to extract the answer in her glare, but he could not find one. Sitting up, he roughly scratched the back of his neck and looked away from her.
"Today was fine. Do you know what today is, Granger?"
She adjusted her position on the chair. "Yes. I think the entire wizarding world is aware that this day last year marked the end of the war."
"Kind of fitting for our first therapy session, don't you think?"
She didn't answer him, and instead scribbled on her clipboard.
"It's been a year since the war, Granger… I'm still not right."
"Lots of people still aren't right."
"Not quite like me. I'm a nut. "
Hermione rifled through a few papers on her clipboard until finally tapping the page she had been seeking with her quill.
"It says here that you suffer from extreme trauma caused by witnessing horrifying events, that you consumed yourself for a time in the Dark Arts, and suffer from severe guilt… I think that's your basic post-War Nut. "
Draco, trying not to be offended by such a poor description of himself, only shook his head and once again turned away. He eyed the medals, plaques and certificates that were hanging on her wall, and he smirked, thinking not even a therapist with a hundred awards under their belt would be able to change him.
"How was last night?"
"I had another nightmare." This answer was particularly repetitive, for every therapist he's ever had had always questioned his dreams.
"About what?"
"My father, and the day that he died."
Hermione's quill flew across the parchment on her clipboard momentarily."And what happened in this dream with your Father?"
"He was trying to kill me. "
"But wasn't this is a real life occurrence?"
"What? My Dad trying to murder me? Yeah. He went Psycho-Dad on me when I switched sides during the War."
The latter half of Draco's sentence seemed to intrigue Hermione, and probably forgetting herself, she asked, "And why did you switch sides during the War?"
"Well isn't it obvious? I wasn't about to be on the losing side. Plus I didn't feel like being part of the Dark Lord's regime even if he did defeat Potter. I'd just be another one of his disposable servants. To be honest Granger, the War screwed me up in ways you'll never know. I saw things I didn't want to see, did things I didn't want to do... the Dark Lord's headquarters was my home. I've seen and done it all, and I guess that's why I'm here."
"I see…"
Again, Hermione wrote on her clipboard, which once again Draco ignored."How's your life been after the War anyway, Granger? I haven't really heard much from you, Potter or Weasley since the wizarding world's glorified you in all the right places of the Ministry. And look at you, a sought-after therapist. Life must be good."
Hermione took a moment to glare at Draco, unable to believe that he thought he could sum up her whirlwind life in such a sugar-coated way. He shrugged, not thinking he had offended her, but knowing he had hit a nerve."I don't believe we discuss my life here, Malfoy," she finally answered.
"Well, I'd feel a lot more comfortable sharing my life with you if you told me about yours."
She sighed and set her clipboard down on her lap."You know what Malfoy? It's safe to say I haven't gone crazy."
Draco's eyes widened as she resumed with her note taking, and he even chanced a smirk."Mmm, what's this I sense? Some residual school boy hate, I think."
"Malfoy, how often do you dream about your Father?"
Draco smirked again, admittedly impressed that she didn't miss a beat.
"Almost every night. The bastard won't leave me alone."
"How do you feel about having a part in his death?"
"It was a year ago, Granger. I had to kill him before he killed me. It was a moment of instinct. When it happened, I felt wretched. Now I don't know how I feel about it."
Hermione nodded slowly and only focused on her notes, scribbling over and over. Draco's hand reached out and was on top of Hermione's own, preventing her from continuing to write. She glanced up at him, apparently unbothered by the action.
"Yes?"
"I'm not going to feel bad for what happened in the past, Granger."
"Was I asking you to?"
Draco lifted his hand from hers. "No, but I can tell you've still got your grudges. I'm sorry I teased you, I'm sorry I made your school life horrible, and for trying to kill you during the War and stuff like that."
"Apologies noted."
"But not accepted?"
"And don't touch me, Malfoy," came her response. Draco shrugged, thinking that at least he had made an effort with her, but still the strong air of her distaste for him lingered in the room.
"Tell me about your family," Hermione continued.
Unbelievingly, and half in discontent of her cooperation, Draco stood up and began to pace the room."Mum was a follower, I guess. She did everything Dad wanted her to do. I know she loved him, but I'm not sure he truly reciprocated her feelings. If he did, I didn't see it in his actions or in his words a lot… come to think of it, I don't think I saw it at all. Dad was strict. He picked at every little thing and it drove me insane. I wanted to be like him when I was younger. I guess we all learn our mistakes though, right, Granger?"
"Do you think you've grown up to be like your Father?"
Draco paused and stood alone in her office."You mean bitter, alone and dead inside?" He turned away from Hermione, who remained silent, and stared out her window.
"I don't want to ever be like him. Not if I can help it, at least."
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TUESDAY - The Day
Draco stood in front of Hermioine's shelf that scanned the perimeter of the room, examining books she had written and received acclamation for, while Hermione sat in her regular seat across from Draco's couch. Her clipboard and quill were already settled on her lap.
On her walls hung important newspaper headlines, moving photos of Hermione and her family, and of course Ron and Harry. He smirked at them, feeling almost left out despite the fact that he knew they never got along.
Hermione watched him as he eyed her collection of photos. "What is it, Malfoy?"
"How are my old friends, Potter and Weasley?" Draco drawled.
Hermione rolled her eyes and ignored the question. Draco threw his hands in the air. "What? I can't ask? Last I heard, Potter was officially indicted into the Aurors league a while back, and Weasley's right there with him."
"So?" Hermione said. "They're not relevant to these sessions Malfoy."
"Oh, they'd be hurt to hear that, Granger."
She shook her head in distaste for Malfoy, and gestured for him to take a seat at her couch. When he finally did so, she asked, "Where would you like to start off today, Malfoy?"
He turned around to look her in the face and said, "Your personal grudge against me."
"Oh for Merlin's sake, Malfoy, you have to stop derailing these sessions and talking about whatever tickles your fancy. Let me do my job."
"Well that's the rub, Granger, because I don't feel like we can accomplish anything unless we can resolve our issues."
"Well since you're the one getting therapy, I'd say you're the one with issues, not me, Malfoy."
"What happened to being professional? Can't you get fired for this behavior?" Draco asked, his temper rising a little. He had lost all reason to try and make amends with her when she rejected them the day before.
"Fired by whom? I work for me, Malfoy. Besides, my other patients appreciate my methods. If you stopped going off track all the time then you might appreciate them too."
"Did you know that you're my fourth therapist in six months, Granger? What makes you think you can get anything accomplished with me?"
"Well, they don't know you like I do, do they? We went to school together. We fought against each other, and with each other. We sadly have a long history."
"And you think that because you know me on a different level than the others, you can crack my code? Solve my nightmares, my insomnia, and my paranoia?"
"I can't cure everything. But I can help you find ways to express those things in a healthier way, if there is. And my dislike for you won't get in the way of it, I promise you. I've disliked many of my other patients… murderers, perverts, you name it. And they're all much better off than they last were because they had me as their therapist."
Draco pressed the bridge of his nose and shook his head. "You're insufferable, Granger."
Hermione shook her head from side to side. "Trust me, you're just as unbearable. Now either you let me help you despite the fact that I hate you, and cooperate (and you will), or leave my office. I'll have no guilt in knowing that I didn't help you, Malfoy. None at all."
Draco glared unwaveringly at Hermione, while she looked on with just as fierce a look, and still he could sense an air of strong dislike. Draco sighed."You're my therapist for this week, Granger… a week and then I'm off to find another therapist if you can't help me. Clear?"
"Crystal."
"But I still don't see it working out," he said, stretching a hand out in warning.
Hermione wrote something down on her clipboard.
"Well, we'll just have to wait and see. Now, Malfoy, please tell me. How was your day today?"
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WEDNESDAY - The Laughter
"I guess I've just never seen my Mother laugh."
"And that bothers you?"
"Of course it bothers me. Wouldn't it bother you? Everybody's seen their parents laugh. Not me though."
"What about your Father, did he ever laugh?"
"Besides when he had to? You know, when talking small talk with important Ministry members and stuff like that? No… I don't think so. Well, I have seen him laugh mirthlessly."
"When did he laugh mirthlessly?"
"When he did things during the war that pleased the Dark Lord… you know, torturing people, accomplishing anything evil. People laugh mirthlessly when they're being evil, Granger. Seriously, why bother asking?"
"It doesn't hurt to ask."
"Well it hurts if you're asking these pointless questions and not getting to the core of my problems… you're becoming the fifth therapist pretty soon, Granger."
"Leave your progress up to me, Malfoy. You'll be able to tell when there's been a change in you soon enough."
"Doubtful. I feel like you're wasting my time."
"And I feel like you still haven't given this a chance. Just shut up about my methods and talk about your life, Malfoy. That's all you need to do."
Draco stood up to turn away from her, and eventually began pacing. Hermione didn't seem to mind because she sensed that his restlessness had only increased since their first meeting. Confident in her ways however, she remained silent and let him cope with his thoughts.
"I used to laugh," he finally said silently.
"About what?"
Draco chuckled darkly but offered kindness in his eyes.
"Lots of stuff. Good jokes. A nice Quidditch game. Sometimes pissing you off."
Hermione looked stern but allowed herself to not take offence at his words."What about you, huh, Granger? What did you laugh about before the War?"
"Lots. Mostly you in a bad mood."
Draco smiled but Hermione only shrugged, yet as was the norm in their therapy sessions, they lapsed quickly into silence. Draco's sad thoughts seemed to cloud the room.
"The War changed that, Granger. The laughter and the jokes. It's been a year and I haven't heard a chuckle out of my mouth for a long time."
"It's not too late to laugh."
"But it feels like that."
Hermione's head tilted and she looked on at him in interest.
"So you used to laugh?"
"Yeah. I used to. I don't anymore."
"So when did the laughter stop?"
Draco's eyes clouded.
"When the silence set in."
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THURSDAY - The Silence
"During the Battle of Hogwarts, after all the immediate commotion, I was alone. Collecting the dead, looking after the injured. I had nothing to say. Nothing to feel. It was just… silence."
Hermione nodded. She knew the feeling well.
"What bothers you most about the silence?"
"My thoughts."
"And what were your thoughts at the time of the Battle?"
"I had to live or die; live to fight against the Dark Lord or die because I fought against him. And I thought of the blood… there was so much blood." His voice suddenly became thick and Draco wondered if it was wise of him to continue speaking.
Hermione filled the silence with the scratching of her quill against her parchment, taking note after note on her troubled patient.
Draco leaned over a table and held his head up with his hands, clasped together as if in prayer. He looked sideways at his therapist, who was still scribbling away.
"A sickle for your thoughts, Granger?"
"I don't think they're worth that much," she said, still focused on her work.
"No, tell me. What were you thinking in the silence?"
She stared at him, which he reciprocated until she finally set down her clipboard and quill. "I was thinking about justice." Her words rang out, almost as if to remind Draco that he had done her so many wrongs.
"You know, you seem a lot better off than the rest of us, Granger. And you've witnessed just as much blood-shed and torture as me. Why aren't you just as screwed up as I am right now?"
Hermione's eyes set into him, truthful and rather cold. "My mind has no guilt, and I'm not plagued over what I had to do during the war. I can live with myself, because I fought for good - for the right reasons."
"And I didn't?"
She scoffed.
"Come on, what do you think, Granger? Tell me."
"Fine. No. Obviously you did not fight for the right reasons," she said staccato-like. "You were fighting for the extinction of a wizarding blood. You wanted me dead, and others like me dead. Would you call that a 'right reason' Malfoy?"
"I was fighting for the Dark Lord's praise and my Father's approval, not your kind's extinction. Don't flatter yourself, Granger," he said, wishing to wound.
"Oh, that's rich. Don't bother lying to me, Malfoy. You were all for their changes and for their new regime, you know it." Slowly, the tone in her voice began to rise.
"Because you know me so well? Shove off, Granger, I was always against the regime! I fought for my Father and for him alone. That's it."
Hermione let out a spiteful laugh. "You mean the Father you hated, the Father who tried to kill you?"
Draco turned around roughly, almost as if he were about to attack her, but Hermione stood her ground, her eyes challenging him.
"What is it Granger? Do you need me to say I wanted you dead, so that your feelings of hate towards me are justified?"
"They already are Malfoy, and you know it."
At this point, both parties stood apart in anger, barely able to control their tempers.
"Are these your unique methods in dealing with your patients, Granger? Beating them when they're already down? Dammit Granger, it's your job to save me!" Draco raged on.
"Don't start with me Malfoy," Hermione said coldly. "Did you really think I would sit here and listen kindly to your woes when everything you've gone through is what I've gone through as well? If you're in this room thinking I can save you, you're wrong. Only you can save yourself, Malfoy. And I know I'm your therapist, but I'm also the girl you almost let die in that mansion last year, and I haven't forgotten."
"I did what I had to do for my Father Granger. You have to understand that."
"And you think his approval was worth the death of thousands?"
"That's what I thought! And so I killed and I tortured lots of people, Granger! More than you know. And I did it for my Father and for my Father's Lord."
"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard, Malfoy. You've got your own head, small as it is. It's yours to use, you make your own decisions with it! Nobody forced you to kill all those people!"
"That's where you're wrong, Granger, don't you see? I was forced to do it all! And my heart was stronger than my head at the time, Granger. My heart did it all."
Hermione stared at him unbelievingly, but gathered her emotions. She cleared her throat, sat back down and began to take notes. "You're pathetic."
Draco followed suit and laid down across her couch, his eyes determinedly shut. "And you haven't changed." Hermione shook her head, wanting to say he was wrong, of course she's changed, but the time for arguing was over."I switched sides, Granger," he finally said.
"For selfish reasons."
"Maybe. But I saved whatever was left of my sanity when I came to your lot. I saved the good left in me. Otherwise you'd have a much different man sitting in front of you right now."
Hermione stared at him in contempt yet somehow managed to scrawl a note onto her clipboard. When she was done, she set her quill aside."You said you were using your heart when you fought for Voldemort and for your Father. What were you using when you came to us, Malfoy? Your head or your heart?"
"My heart."
"And when you killed your Father?"
He covered his face.
"Which one, Malfoy?"
"Still my heart."
Hermione nodded, and scribbled once more on her clipboard.
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FRIDAY - The Heart
Hermione's office, what was once a distinguished space dedicated to helping others, now lay in ruins from head to toe. Books were scattered across the floor, a desk was over-turned and papers were thrust everywhere. Despite all the disorganization and clutter however, Hermione sat upon her usual seat, calm as ever, with clipboard and quill ever ready in her hands.
Draco knelt a few feet away from her, sobbing into his clothing, clearly the one behind the mess in her office. He continued on like this for many minutes, while Hermione simply wrote over and over on the parchment that must already be over-flowing with notes. Finally, Draco's shivering slowly ceased, his sobs gradually died, and all that was left was a sad, torn man on the floor before her."He hated me."
Hermione watched him with sympathetic eyes but did not feel the need to lie to him. "Yes, he hated you."
Draco looked lifted his face from his shaking hands where he was bent over on the floor, and looked at Hermione pleadingly."Why?"
"Because you were everything your Father couldn't be. You had a conscience and he didn't, Malfoy. Your Father followed orders and did whatever he had to do to be the best. He didn't have the guts to switch sides. But you did."
"What are you talking about?" he said thickly, wiping the sadness from his face. "He wanted a strong, obedient and unwavering son. All I had was the guts to kill him."
"No Malfoy. You had the heart.""The heart to kill my own Father?"
"Yes. You did what you had to do."
Draco emitted a tiny sob.
"What is it?"
"I never told him I loved him."
"I'm sure he knew it."
"No, I don't think so."
"What makes you think so, Malfoy?"
"Because of what I told him before I killed him."
"Let me guess. You told him you hated him."
Ignoring her, he stood up and managed to find his way towards her couch. He sat down and looked straight ahead, as if he were speaking to himself.
"We were in West wing of the school, just the two of us. The War was about to end. The Dark Lord and Potter were about to face off but he wasn't ready to stop fighting. I just couldn't let him keep on killing people."
"So what happened?"
"He told me to come back to my senses, fight with him. And I pleaded him to stop, to switch sides like I did. You should have seen his face. And then he told me he knew I didn't have it in me. So I told him the truth; I said he was just the Dark Lord's dog, and he was just as disposable as the people we murdered. I just kept pleading with him to stop…"
"What happened next?"
"He rose up his wand to kill me. But I beat him to it. I killed him first."
Hermione followed his gaze, at the framed picture on her wall of the first Daily Prophet headline, claiming peace in the wizarding world. Draco looked on at it blankly, yet with a tired face.
"I still think you did the right thing, Malfoy."
Draco wiped at his tear-stained cheeks."I wish I thought so too."
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SATURDAY - The Truth
For the first time, Hermione wore a smug look on her face, comparable to that of Draco's signature smirk, yet somehow more triumphant. Draco glared at this therapist, wondering when she would change the topic, but still the current issue amongst them prevailed in conversation.
"You cried, Malfoy."
"Shut up, Granger."
"Face it, will you? This is working. You didn't believe me at first. Come on, tell me the truth. You think it's working."
"The truth is, Granger, that I'm still just as screwed up as I was before I broke down."
Hermione shrugged one shoulder and scribbled smugly on her clipboard.
"You cried."
"And you actually felt sorry for me for once!" Draco said, trying to shame her into something as well.
"It can happen sometimes, you do know that, Malfoy?" Hermione said matter-of-factly. "People can feel sympathetic. Doesn't mean I like you," she said, unafraid to hurt his feelings.
"But I bet you do, Granger."
Hermione's eyebrow arched. "Stop where you're at, Malfoy, I don't want you to embarrass yourself."
"Okay," he said. "But at least I'm man enough to admit that I've grown fond of you too, Granger."
Hermione glared at him, yet all she said in response was, "You cried like a baby."
Draco's face fell in embarrassment. "You made me!"
"Yeah, right. I told you before that you would notice a change in yourself when it happened, Malfoy. I see one now… do you?"
"Fuck you, Granger."
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SUNDAY - The Change
"You should feel lucky."
"And why should I feel lucky, Malfoy?"
"It's pretty much been a week and we haven't killed each other."
"Do I feel Lucky? No. Accomplished? Yes."
"Accomplished? You really think you got through to me this week?"
"I don't know, you tell me, Malfoy. Do you sense a change in you?"
"I don't think so."
"I think there has been."
"Well, maybe you're still a little naive."
He walked around her office, which had since returned to its usual image of perfection at the flick of Hermione's expert touch, and paused to stare out the window.
"I wish these past few days you would have done some talking, Granger."
"Why? It's not my job to share."
"But I feel like we're friends now, I think you can."
Hermione let out a laugh, and a sincere one at that, but Draco's face appeared slightly hurt. At the sight, Hermione's face faultered."Oh… well, I'm glad you feel that way Malfoy, but this is a professional relationship."
"You don't think we've developed a friendship here at all?"
"We've got a long way to go if you want to develop a thing with me, Malfoy."
His eyes creased in thought at her words, and a slow smile crept onto his face.
"What is it?" Hermione said, knowing he had come to a tiny revelation of sorts.
"I sense the change in me now."
"Oh, you do?" She pretended not to be curious about it, and merely continued to write on her clipboard, but she chanced an upwards glance towards him. "Well then, what is it?" she finally asked, when he did not answer.
"Well, it must be you, Granger."
Hermione's eyes widened, and she scoffed in disbelief. "Me? I'd ask you to explain but I don't know if I want you to."
"Don't be such a pansy, Granger. It's just… I haven't cried in years but after six days with you, you managed to open the flood gates. Not to mention you pissed me off more times than I can count, especially with your constant bloody note taking," he said, pointing at her clipboard and quill. "And I haven't been able to show much emotion besides carelessness for a year. And you managed to insult my Father, and sometimes I agreed with you about it. That's not something that's ever happened to me before."
"So? If you're trying to tell me I'm good at my job, it's okay. I know I am."
"I'm trying to say you did what I didn't think you could do. Crack my code and all, remember? And even though you've pissed me off a grand total of one million times, you've also accomplished more with me in seven days than any of the other therapists have in months."
"Well, thanks for all the flattery, Malfoy."
"So… I think I'll be coming back to you."
"For another week," Hermione stated.
"I guess so… and if we survive that, another week. You might have me for a long time by the looks of it, Granger."
"That doesn't bother me. I've worked longer with more odd-jobs than you, Malfoy."
He sneered. "Thanks, that was touching."
Hermione and Draco looked at each other, almost as if in understanding. The week had been a terribly long one, and neither was sure if they were prepared for what the next one would bring, but both were at least aware that they had, at last, found common ground. Hermione gave up a smile.
"I think our time's up, Malfoy."
"Oh, I barely noticed," Draco said, glancing around for the time.
"You're free to leave. I'll see you next week."
"I'm ecstatic at the prospect of it, Granger," Draco responded while picking up his things.
Hermione shook her head, half amused, and scribbled on her clipboard. Her patient paused at the door, eyeing her hands as they moved across the page.
"Will you please let me read what you've been writing about me all week?" Draco said, pointing at the clipboard in her hand. "It's been driving me nuts."
"Sorry, Malfoy. It's a therapist's number one rule to never let their patients read their notes about them."
"It better be only good things then," Draco said half-seriously. Hermione nodded and waved him goodbye. He stood at the frame of her door, and simply on a whim, he said "Take a break from the work and get a coffee with me, Granger."
Hermione looked up in disbelief. Draco jerked his head towards the outside. "I'm kind of sick of this room, aren't you?"
Hermione set aside her things, and gingerly stood up from her seat. "Malfoy, you really weren't kidding when you said you changed."
He rolled his eyes, held the door open for her, and together they left her office. The open window shone light over her table, her patient's couch, and the place on which she settled the things she held most: a clipboard and a quill, which turned over softly at the touch of a persistent outside breeze. At the sight of the parchment, anyone looking from above would be able to clearly read the same repetitive notes over and over again:
Seriously disturbed.
Seriously disturbed.
Seriously disturbed.
Seriously disturbed.
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The End.
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