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See Me. [ISO Nat] |
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Posts: 4897 Member Since:09/22/06 Nov 11 12 6:55 PM
Delity Maculric
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The mood was good in the Gryffindor Commons that night, the night their Quidditch team had won the first match of the season. Word had come in that Caitlin wasn’t going to die, and there was every expectation that she would be fine after a little attention from Madam Pomfrey, so Julia felt free to enjoy the party atmosphere. Various students had brought out their stashes of sweets and beverages to pass around. Even Julia had brought down an envelope of the red luminous balloons and a bottle of golden bubbles that she’d bought in Diagon Alley during the summer. She sat on the sofa, barefoot and with her legs crisscrossed as she took her time blowing slow streams of gold bubbles as big as billiard balls that shimmered and glowed like spherical gems in the candlelight. They floated up through the room, mingling among the students and popping with a small burst of sparkling moisture when touched. Julia’s cheeks were still ruddy from the cold outside, and her hair was still wind tousled into a mass of wild curls – a Gryffindor Red rose was pinned in there someplace, but she’d lost track of it a while ago. The match had been brilliant. The team had been brilliant – especially Nat, who’d scored more goals than anybody – and the win was certainly something to celebrate. She felt elated, and yet she felt invisible, too, as usual in a crowd of happy people. She wondered where Jamie had ended up. He’d been helping her to blow up the unbreakable luminous balloons, which were bouncing around the room here and there with their merry red glow. Jamie had said he’d be right back, but then he’d never actually returned. She craned her neck around, looking to see if he was making his way back, but he wasn’t anywhere in sight. When she settled back down in her seat, though, she found somebody else looking at her. Nat Warwick. She forced an embarrassed smile before looking down to her bottle and dipping the bubble wand once again, giving it a little swirl in the golden potion.
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