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Suddenly the room was empty. Steve was slightly confused, but not overly worried. She sat on the other bed and pulled out Skimble she set him on the pillow and than lay down next him. "I'm sorry I yelled at you." In response, Skimble crawled towards her and curled up against her forhead. It was against her better judgement and she fought it off, but Steve fell asleep.

Steve and Skimble both jumped at the large thwap. She quickly picked up Skimble and set him on her shoulder. He liked to be there when he was really scared. She had been having a crazy dream. She couldn't quite remeber it, but something had been knawing on her foot. She walked over to the other door and stuck her head in the room. "If you guys are going to be that loud, you may as well come back in here and entertain me. I love a good fight."

Steve raised her eyebrow in a 'you wish' sort of manner. She went back to her bed and somehow managed to coax Skimbleshanks off of her shoulder. "Could guys be so terribly kind as to manage without me? I seem to have just remebered that I left my bags under the table." Steve disappeared out the door.

The alley was dark now, but Steve didn't really care. She knew where she was going. She walked across the cobblestones singing a particularly sad song. It was Skimbles favorite. Her bags were right where she left them. She picked them up and head back.

Steve crept into the room. She didn't want to distract the two if they were fighting again. They were mostly just sleeping so she crawled onto her bed and than droped her bags on the ground with a loud thud. She quickly put her head down and went to sleep. Skimble curled himself up on her chest.

Steve had not slept that much last night. She had had the dream again, only she realized that it hadn't been knawing, her foot had been on fire. "This can't be very good." she mummble to a sleepign Skimble as she stroked his back.

OoC|| Excuse my lateness in replying...... sweatdrop

BiC|| Gretel nodded and stood up herself, watching the boys go before glancing around for any sign of her parents. They ought to be at Flourish & Blotts, she told herself firmly, striking out in that direction. The street was fairly packed with people on their way home, and fighting her way to the shop against traffic was harder than she'd expected. Stumbling out of the press of bodies she leaned against the shop window of Flourish & Blotts for a moment, regaining her breath. Just as she was pushing herself away from the cool brick, her parents emerged. Blinking, she regained her composure and smiled. She had spent a long day in Diagon Alley; home was a welcome prospect.

Silvira remained at the table, taking Gretel's seat. She might be alone, but that was a familiar and faintly comforting prospect. She might be a social butterfly at school, but she needed her space sometimes. Silence was a welcome relief to her ears, and she closed her eyes, fingertips resting lightly on her temples. Employing a form of meditation, she organized her thoughts into a more orderly configuration and sighed. It was about time she returned home........standing, she closed her eyes again and concentrated on her front yard. Apparating wasn't that difficult.