Susan blushed slightly when Harry grabbed her hand, but didn't make any notion to let go. She let herself get dragged by Harry when she realized they didn't know where to look for the dryads. "Um, maybe they will be over there," she suggusted once they were in the forest.
__________________ “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 |