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[alt_hermione]

I hate this.

I should have taken the Commemini Acer.

Luna's in so much distress, it's awful. It looks like she'll be all right but--oh, I can't bear to watch.

But I have to do.

She hasn't transformed yet; but it might be easier for her if she did.

The worst part is that I don't think


Oh, dear. Well, I still don't think she's quite mindless enough for the Wolfsbane to be of any comfort to her at all next month.

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[alt_draco]

I'm sorry. For both of you.

Do you want me to come up?

[alt_hermione]

I--

No, don't do that. I don't think she'd want too many people to see her like this.

Anyway, it's fairly clear there isn't going to be a modification for the potion that will help her. Unfortunately, there's almost nothing Sally-Anne and Madam P can do this month, either.

I think I'm leaving soon. Only, I feel a coward going when Terry's doing his best.

[alt_hermione]

It's just, I keep wondering, was this what it was like? For them? For my father?

[alt_hermione]

I don't think she's going to die, though I guess it's still possible. But Madam P and Sally-Anne think not.

[alt_draco]

'Course you are.

Did you wonder before now?

[alt_hermione]

I try not to think about it.

And it's not the same for Mr Lupin, it's nothing like this. It's not anything I ever wanted t--

And I mean, I know, of course I know, that he must have been afraid and in pain and--

Well, they don't need me, I'm only in the way.

Where are you?

[alt_hermione]

It's just--different. Seeing someone like this and knowing. Imagining.

And Harry was--

And we can't do anything about it.

[alt_draco]

I know, I know. I mean, not about your parents, but Harry and -

I know all about trying not to think about things.


Hermione, you're never in the way. For me, at least.

[alt_hermione]

No, I mean, Luna--Sally-Anne and Madam P were talking about all the things that might help, but of course, not until next month, and she's just in there sobbing and holding the Professor and she's naked and, and....

And Harry was in pain and we couldn't do anything for him, either, and my father

Oh, WHERE ARE YOU. I can't write anymore, the ink's running anyway.

[alt_draco]

Our room.