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Harry knows they've spent far too long in this bar. He also knows that's his fault. He'd wanted to leave as soon as he got here but then...well, how could he walk away from here, knowing his mother visited? And now he knows his father does too - can he really walk out, pass up the chance to talk to him, knowing that he may never make it back?

Needless to say, it's been another frustrating day. He'd borrowed a broom from bar and gone flying around the lake, so familiar yet in such weird surroundings. He's spent hours throwing stones as far and as high as he can, then racing to catch them, willing himself to leave it until the last possible second before scooping them up, skimming the surface of the water.

He's exhausted, and sick of it all. So now he's just sitting at the edge, throwing those same stones into the lake.




[OOC: May be a slowtime or two later, for dinner and some work. Slowtime overnight at midnight GMT. Otherwise, have at! Belligerance and emo warnings firmly in place. :) Hokay, you beautiful people. It is midnight, and I am off. Thank you so much for tagging, and I'll be around tomorrow to continue. Great threads, everyone. :D]