"Please, just let me see him..."
"No, Miss Chang. He's in a very bad condition. We've not even let Miss Granger or Mr. Weasley see him yet."
Dark eyes moved over to the two, who were seated in chairs, Hermione's head against the red-head's shoulder. They had both been crying, obviously, and it seemed that Hermione had finally managed to get some sleep. Ron, however, remained awake, glaring at the nurse as though he would set fire to her if he could get away with it.
"I understand..." This was not her place. She wasn't supposed to be there, she was supposed to be at home, or seated on the bench at Cedric's grave, staring down at the dead flowers she brought him once a week.
So, she left St. Mungo's to go back where she belonged.
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Her apartment had never felt as empty. Sinking into the soft chair in her living room, she curled up, gazing at the dead, empty fireplace. God... why was /everything/ empty! Why hadn't she filled anything in!
Standing up sharply, she began throwing papers into the fireplace, which she quickly lit on fire. Once it was strong and she was sure it would keep going, she turned to the empty vase that sat in a window, light dancing across the glass frame. Huffing, she grabbed it and took it outside. She filled it with dirt and carefully extracted a few little dandelions(yes, she knew they were weeds, but they were all she had) from her yard.
Placing the vase back on the windowsill, she turned to look around at everything else that was empty. Empty picture frames, empty bookshelves, and drawers in the cabinet against the wall that were empty as well.
"This apartment will be the end of me," Cho moaned, before quickly took on the task of moving things around. An obsessive urge had seized her. Everything had to be filled. No more emptiness in her life.
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Oh, and I'm aware that my chapters are really, really short. I... don't really care. xD I stop when I feel like stopping.