She paced back and forth in the entrance hall, with her hands tangled up in her hair. She was cracking, and she could feel things pouring out. Stop stressing yourself out, it was just a dream. Father is still in Azkaban. What in the hufflepuff is wrong with you? She could feel the heat rushing to her face and brought her back up against a wall, closing her eyes.
Breathe, Thorn.
Subject: Pacing the Entrance Hall 
Tue Jun 19, 2012 2:55 am
