A\n: hope you enjoy; I have been doing sequel after sequel with this Saga, and even if this one is 100+ chapters....I'm thinking its the end....With me, anyting can happen so....don't be fooled. haha. We'll see how far we get with this one. :)
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Felicia
PS::: Story Title curtosey of Ilane. :) Luvyou girl!!! :)
Through the dim lit window, the only inhabitant of the room could see the rain. It padded lightly on the black, framed window, then slowed.
Then, after a few moments: speeded up again.
The rain did not help Bill Weasley concentrate on what he'd been concentrating on: Getting up and out of bed. He knew these expectations of himself were to no avail; he now had to do everything with his hands, chest, the bit of his torso that had been saved and, his best choice, his mind.
"No use." He muttered to himself, falling back on the pillows. Today had been his last day of therapy; he was going home.
No, he thought.
He wouldn't over due himself. It had been a year and today, therapy was finished! He thought, with false assurance that would soon be proven wrong...it was time to move on.
Langston was worried. Well, not worried, she rarely worried...but she was quite fearful for the manner of which her son, Chad, had been acting lately. He was always so jumpy and out of his normal state of mind. Activities that took no time for his siblings took twice as long for himself....Langston tried to ignore it...but the only time it really hit her was when her father brought it to her attention; he had been genyuinely concerned for his grandson.
"Langgo...i think you need him checked." He whispered as the boy had been jogging while the other running, tripping ever few moments. Langston had nodded, tears in her eyes...
"Yeah Dad,Yeah....I know." Arthur nodded and walked over to help his crying grandson. He clung to his granfather shivering...it wasn't remotely cold out.....