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I've grown accustomed to your face - March 30th
by Auror Potter (auror_potter)
at October 13th, 2006 (11:16 pm)

Mental State: annoyed

I can’t sleep.

Even with the tent to myself, I can’t get to sleep. Moody gave everyone their leave but I get to keep working off my ‘carelessness’, fucking wanker!

I keep thinking about Ron and the fact that I miss his voice. I miss more than his voice, to be honest, but — to bloody hell with this!

I pull the mirror from my pocket and am about to call when I think better of it. He’s probably busy.

Busy doing what at this hour? He could be on rounds.

Or he could be hurt! He’s not hurt.

“How do you know?” Oh hell! I’m really losing it if I’m having an argument with myself over this! I decide to call him and actually end up waking him.

He’s sleeping? While I’m sitting here worried sick over him?

“Wake up, Ron!”


Posted by: Auror Potter (auror_potter)
Posted at: October 15th, 2006 02:42 am (UTC)

My heart's hammering in my chest. I could just Apparate over and back before Moody... no... yes... dammit!

"I can't," I sigh and look down to find Gargantuan not caring whether I get into trouble for leaving camp or not.

"It's not like I don't want to." Great, now I'm arguing with my cock!

"I can't risk it. Moody's enough of a bastard, he'd keep me from going next weekend. Have you talked to Fred and George about that?"