A girl was flying through the night sky over Paris. Every single light was out in the city; it was completely dark, save for three stars in the emptiness. The girl flew towards them. She knew she was going fast, but no air rushed past her, nor did it press against her face or her hair. She heard nothing and saw nothing but the three stars illuminating the night.
As she got farther and farther away from the ground, the first star on the left seemed to burn brighter and brighter. It was almost as if she could reach out and-
The star was in her hand. It suddenly became ten times brighter. The girl could not let go of the star nor turn her eyes from it. A brilliant flash of light came from the star and, as abruptly as it had burned brighter, it went out.
The lights in the city were back on; the clouds moved on to envelope the two stars, exposing the barely new moon. The girl, who had been somehow floating without any such object to hold her up, began plummeting down to the city below. A piercing scream came from her lips, but the humid night air absorbed the sound as fluffs of cotton might.
The girl kept falling. This time the warm night air rushed through her hair and into her eyes. A skyscraper stood tall next to her as she fell. It rushed away, and the street was rushing towards her. Without closing her eyes, she curled up and waited to see the last thing she ever would-her deathbed.
Because of human instinct, she closed her eyes at the very last moment, waiting for one last impact. When it didnt come, she opened her eyes to see she had fallen into the famous sewers. With an irrational sigh of relief, she hit the ground.
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You came back to consciousness in the Room of Minds, taking the memory you had just watched and putting it into an empty pensieve. The brain that had given you this memory, the one that was missing almost its entire frontal lobe, was floating at the top of the tank. It was slowly sneaking its stem out over towards you because you hadnt given it its memory back.
You rolled your eyes. Every time you did this the brains always got possessive of their memories. "Stupefy," you said, taking care to hit the stem of the brain and not the rest of it. It quickly shrunk back and sank lower into the tank. Taking the pensieve, you walked quickly out of the room. You closed the door walked to the center of the circular room. The doors suddenly began to spin. Finally, they stopped.
"Reverto domum," you said, pointing your wand at the ground. A door opened quietly and you stepped inside to a spacious but cluttered office. You walked to the second desk and set the pensieve on a shelf next to another, fuller pensieve and several pages of hastily scribbled notes.
You sat down in your chair and grabbed a piece of parchment. You began, once again, to scrawl notes on the last memory, trying to connect pieces of it to other information you had found. You stopped occasionally to check your other notes. Finally, you had finished. You glanced up at the clock. It was 8:30.
"Again? Great!" you scowled. You had worked overtime every day this week. You quickly shoved your notes back onto the shelf, setting an invisibility cloak on top of them. Grabbing your umbrella, you left the office. The doors spun again, and you mumbled a new spell. This time the door opened up to a corridor. You stepped out, taking care to lock the door before walking down the hall. The level your office on was deserted; most people on the floor went home at five. You got to the elevator and pushed the ground floor button. The elevator began to move upwards.
Once you reached the correct level, you walked out. You went over to the now empty reception desk and grabbed your time card. You punched it and walked towards the exit. You got into the phone booth and closed the door. It whirred to life and slowly began the climb to the streets of London.
Finally, you were level with the ground; the booth stopped whirring and you opened the door. There was a fine mist falling as you hurriedly walked away. You walked by a number of faceless people, some in business suits, others in summery dresses. The mist turned into a drizzle, and many people passing by had their umbrellas up. A cloud drifted past the sun, letting a few rays filter down.
You reached a small caf and ducked in. The sun had been buried by clouds, and the steady trickle of rain was falling faster. You scanned the menu briefly before stepping up to the counter to order. Once you paid, the man behind the counter set off to making you a simple turkey sandwich and got you a cup of hot tea. You thanked him and walked out.
After walking a couple more blocks, you rummaged for your key and opened the door to your apartment building. You checked your mail slot (empty as always) and headed up to your apartment on the third floor. Unlocking your door, you walked in. You peeled off your wet shoes and set your umbrella next to them.
You walked over to your card table and sat down on a folding chair. Setting your sandwich down, you unwrapped it and began to eat your supper. As you began munching on the sandwich, you gazed around at your apartment. It was a studio apartment, but you had barely found enough time to move in, let alone unpack and decorate. You had a double bed your parents had given to you, and that was really the only nice thing in your apartment. Your alarm clock was on the floor next to it, and you didnt have anything to sit on except for your folding chairs. There were boxes stacked in the living area, full of books you hadnt found a case for. Some of your clothes were hanging in the closet, but most were, of course, still in the boxes. Then there were the boxes of things you just had to take with you, which, now, seemed very unimportant.
It wasnt that you were a lazy person; it was just that by the time youd found the apartment, you were starting your job in a few days. Youd scrambled to move in. And every time you came home, you were either too exhausted or you had brought work home with you.
You sighed. You really were getting tired of looking at all the stupid boxes everywhere. You wanted to go out and buy a dresser and a book case at that very moment, but you knew everything would be closing. You contemplated apparating to your room at your parents house and getting furniture, but you had been firm in that you didnt want any help from them.
You dropped your half-eaten sandwich back onto its wrapper. You werent hungry; you had lost your appetite several months ago back when a boy had....
A boy had what? Broken, stolen, bruised your heart? But you wouldnt allow yourself to think that. No, he had only looked your way in passing, perhaps a little longer than passing, but you had blocked out most thoughts about him long ago. Still, the times when you were terribly vulnerable, drifting between sleep and consciousness, you wondered where he had gone and who he was with.
You got up and put your sandwich in the fridge. You had some carrots, a couple bottles of water, a carton of soy milk, and an assortment of half-eaten caf meals in it. Pathetic, really, how you were living. In a muggle apartment as well.
You pulled off your clothes and put on a tank top and shorts. Walking over to the bathroom, you splashed water on your face and brushed your teeth. It was only 9:30, but you shuffled over to your bed and collapsed.
As you fell asleep, your mind drifted over your research, the weather, Draco....
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