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I'll answer more questions later, but my little sister has just come in from school and I haven't spoken to her in far too long. *g*

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On another note, re: a sorting hat quiz...

samvimesiam: I feel that it is very ironic to ask, on a SORTING HAT QUIZ, if you agree or disagree with the statement "70. I daydream; I often get lost in thought or a fantasy world."
villainny: :D
villainny: No, very uncharacteristic.
samvimesiam: I got Ravenclaw. Figures.
villainny: I can't be arsed to do it. I'm tempted to make someone else do it for me. That prolly makes me Slytherin...
samvimesiam: LOL
samvimesiam: "If you couldn't be bothered to take this test, go directly to Slytherin..."
villainny: Do not pass go, do not collect two hundred pounds, because let's face it, you're probably rich and obnoxious enough as it is.
villainny: And you can always nick money of the pufflehuffs.

DRUNKFIC WOO!

Ron noticed it first, because Harry was always cold.

Harry had never been cold. He was a furnace, alive and angry and always fighting and generating enough heat for all three of them when times were hard. But now Harry was cold, and hard, and seemed not to have any emotions of his own. He watched carefully, and stared glassily at them, and reflected what he saw in their eyes.

Snape noticed because the boy seemed to have given up, never rose to his insults, merely smiled that infuriating half-smile and hid behind Snape's reflection in his glasses.

Remus always looked a little harder at people, checking for the first signs of rejection. He was sure Harry's scar had always been in a different place.

Dumbledore pressed his hand against the mirror and sighed gently, breath clouding the cool glass.

"This was why I hid it from you, Harry." His eyes were tired, but he had lost all the tears he had to spare.

Harry smiled through the glass, even though the hands on his shoulders were cold.