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Post by Morgan O'Donovan on Aug 11, 2005 21:02:29 GMT
Morgan slowly made her way up to the owlery - there was no rush, she had all the time in the world. In her hand, she had several letters, addressed to witches and wizards her age all over the world who she had met at a NEWT preparation course the previous summer. Her parents had sent her against her will, but she had made friends quickly, so that the two weeks spent there were some of the best in her life. Sighing, she thought to herself how at Hogwarts she didn't really have close friends. Sure, this year she had met some great new people like Jake and Nia, but they weren't close friends...she knew it was her fault, she was distant, antisocial, quiet, withdrawn... she LIKED being alone, except at times, she hated it. Tying letter after letter to school owls, she wondered why it had been so much easier for her to make friends at a stupid summer school than at Hogwarts, which she had been attending for years. She watched the owls disappear into the sky - she wasn't expecting any replies, she had hardly gotten any except hastily scribbled lines to the past batch, but she wrote them anyway. In frustration, she slid along the wall into a cowering position, tears forming in her eyes. Soon she was sobbing quietly in a corner of the owlery, torn between wanting to be found and comforted, and between wanting to keep her weakness hidden.
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