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Reid was walking down the street of Hogsmeade, not really paying attention to his surroundings. All he knew was that he was trying to stop thinking about Rachel Rider. It wasn't going so well. Every few seconds his thoughts would stray to her. To her smile, the rightness of having her in his arms, the sound of her voice and the list went on and on. Either way it was frustrating him as he hadn't seen her in days and it didn't look like he would. Therefore he needed a distraction. The script in his hand being the perfect thing since it was work and no matter what he'd always been able to concentrate on his job.
Reading through the notes and his lines Reid couldn't help but parallel the story to that of his own. The kid they wanted him to play was just like him but at the same time slightly different. Why because this guy wasn't currently unable to concentrate on anything because a girl kissed him and nearly turned him to goo. Not that he would be complaining if he'd seen or talked to Rachel after the incident but he hadn't.
Walking out of the Three Broomsticks, Rachel gasped at the sudden cold that hit her like a wall. The summery clothes she had chosen to wear had been a mistake - but, in her defense, if someone was looking outside today then she was sure that they, like her, would think that it was warm.
Clenching her teeth and hugging her bare arms, she began to make her way towards the Rider apartment, going as quickly as quickly as she could without actually running. She couldn't believe this was happening to her - on top of EVERYTHING else, she was now apparently going to get pneumonia too. Fantastic.
A sudden gust of wind blew straight into her eyes and she had to clamp them shut in order to stop them from literally drying up completely. Instead, the opposite happened and she found that her eyes were now tearing because of the cold.
Oh, come on! She felt the tears run down her cheeks as she continued walking blindly towards the apartment, and suddenly she heaved a great big stop and was so surprised by it that she stopped in her tracks.
I need him... I need him, and I need him now. She raised her hands from their position on her bare arms to her face, hiding the fact that she was crying from the world. She walked forward more quickly this time, and used her sense of direction to guide her until-
"Ouf!" she exclaimed as she collided headfirst with someone's back and sent both of them flying towards the ground.
Sniff. "O-Oh, I'm so- s- sorry," she said, trying to calm herself down before the guy had a chance to turn around and see her face. She quickly rolled off him and winced as she felt her ankle send sharp pains up her leg. Unable to contain it, she burst into fully fledged tears, mentally cursing the whole world and wishing that she had not come to school this year. Yes, that's how miserable she really was.