torch, torch@doubleagent.org
July 1, 2003

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That wrapper

Harry felt better after talking to Luna, but he still didn't want to go down to the feast. He thought the dormitory would be empty, but Neville was standing by the window, looking down. Harry walked inside, and Neville jumped and clenched his hand around the Drooble's Best Blowing Gum wrapper.

Harry thought about the archway with its tattered veil, the voices whispering something he couldn't make out. He thought about the cheerful flowered curtains drawn around Neville's parents' beds, about Alice Longbottom's soft wordless humming as she went back there. He wrapped his hand around Neville's and said nothing.

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