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Finneas wore a vacant expression as he looked across the hall. He had faith that a sense of normalcy would return with more time, but at the moment everything still ached. He willed himself not to look over at the empty seat at their dais and instead turned towards the student tables. Silently, he counted those present at each. It had become a habit. A way to cope. And despite the outcome of the battle, the counting still settled the lingering unease.
As his gaze fell upon the Hufflepuff table, Finneas found himself overcome with emotion; the hug shared between Claudine, Minjae, and Mamie touched him in a way he couldn't have anticipated. Making an effort to keep himself composed, the frail noodle-man reached for his handkerchief.
__________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You?
You are Lemon! |