Susan looked over at Harry as he stopped mid-sentence. "So.." she said, an idea suddenly coming to her. "We can go to the archary range!" She stood up quickly, placing the shell on the sand, put on her slippers, and grabbed Harry by the hand. Susan started leaving the beach, going in a different direction. She pulled Harry along, knowing the way by heart. She grinned at Harry as they finally made it to the place she'd been leading them to.
Hermione looked up at Ron. "One person? Who?" she asked, feeling oblivious to everything except her and Ron.
__________________ “Do you not know that there comes a midnight hour when every one has to throw off his mask?
Do you believe that life will always let itself be mocked?
Do you think you can slip away a little before midnight in order to avoid this?
Or are you not terrified by it?"
~Soren Kierkegaard |