Kimmy, thanks for the ego boost I was beginning to think Katzztar was the
only one reading this anymore. And Katzztar, my loyal fan thanks for
hanging on. Help me think of a title for my Lily story. Speaking of
lily(the storm that is) my patio furniture has yet to blow away, yea! I
didn't want to have to chase my garbage cans all over the neighborhood. And
you guys, e-mail me anytime. It gets really boring around here with only a
10 month old to talk to. Anywho enjoy. sorry it's so short the next chapter
will be longer.
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Lucius Malfoy sat once again in front of the fire in the Slytherin common room staring into the flames. He knew who he was and where he was. But how did he get here. The details of the last few days and weeks were all fuzzy. A face came to his mind, a pretty red-head. But then it was driven from his mind by another face a Gryffindor prefect. Lucius scowled filled with hate. This person was his sworn enemy.
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Meanwhile, Molly was coming down the steps from the bathroom into the Gryffindor common room towel-drying her hair. She had put on a pair of loose jeans and an over large sweater and she looked even smaller than usual.
"Thank you," she said quietly to Arthur who was there waiting for her.
He had wanted to take her to the hospital wing but had respected her wishes to just get back to her dorm and take a hot shower.
"Are you okay?" he asked her.
"I think so. I do feel better now."
"Good," he smiled hesitantly, still looking at her like he thought she would brake.
"What's this?" she didn't want pity so she brought his attention back to the book that was sitting in front of him.
He'd been trying to study but couldn't quite pay attention. "Oh this. It's Muggle Studies."
"I thought you were taking, Arithmancy and Divination?"
"I was last year. . . but after what happed I wanted to know a little bit more about where. . .she. . .er. . .Lily was going to be living. So I dropped Divination and picked up this. It's really very interesting. Look at these." He pointed to the picture, "They're called plugs."
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Lucius Malfoy sat once again in front of the fire in the Slytherin common room staring into the flames. He knew who he was and where he was. But how did he get here. The details of the last few days and weeks were all fuzzy. A face came to his mind, a pretty red-head. But then it was driven from his mind by another face a Gryffindor prefect. Lucius scowled filled with hate. This person was his sworn enemy.
* * *
Meanwhile, Molly was coming down the steps from the bathroom into the Gryffindor common room towel-drying her hair. She had put on a pair of loose jeans and an over large sweater and she looked even smaller than usual.
"Thank you," she said quietly to Arthur who was there waiting for her.
He had wanted to take her to the hospital wing but had respected her wishes to just get back to her dorm and take a hot shower.
"Are you okay?" he asked her.
"I think so. I do feel better now."
"Good," he smiled hesitantly, still looking at her like he thought she would brake.
"What's this?" she didn't want pity so she brought his attention back to the book that was sitting in front of him.
He'd been trying to study but couldn't quite pay attention. "Oh this. It's Muggle Studies."
"I thought you were taking, Arithmancy and Divination?"
"I was last year. . . but after what happed I wanted to know a little bit more about where. . .she. . .er. . .Lily was going to be living. So I dropped Divination and picked up this. It's really very interesting. Look at these." He pointed to the picture, "They're called plugs."