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“Enough of that.” 

Colin lowered his hand from the door, where he’d been frantically knocking like a madman. At the last safe house they’d been at, he’d been given addresses to memorize, and this was one of them. Which was good, because he was desperate enough to turn to a stranger for help.

“I – I – I was told… this address was… was safe.” He gulped, trying to catch his breath. “P-please, I – I need help.”

Andromeda’s stern expression softened as she grasped the situation. He wasn’t one of the local yobs just out to cause some mischief by banging on people’s doors and annoying them. If he’d been told this house was safe, that could only mean he was one of the Muggle-borns currently on the run.

“What do you need help with?” she asked, much more kindly disposed towards him now.

“It’s… not all bad, really.” Dennis pulled his legs up onto the seat with him, hugging his knees to his chest. “I’d rather be waiting here than running around out there.”

“Waiting here while the ‘stronger’ wizards—”

Midway through the thought, Fleur turned back from where she’d been bustling restlessly through the kitchen and trailed off at the sight of him — curled so tightly into himself, he looked smaller than ever. The sudden reminder of how young their guests were brought her up short.

It was understandable to bemoan the uselessness she felt to her husband. Unacceptable, though, to put her tirade on this boy.

"Mais.... Laisse tomber," she mumbled mostly to herself, with a softness that hadn’t existed in her a moment ago.

Justin always felt drained after one of these meetings.  He had been going to them for three years.  Some days they helped, other days they seemed to hurt.  It took him over a year before he finally felt safe and comfortable enough to share.  It took another year before he was stable enough to offer help.  Now, he was an assistant leader for the therapy group.  Sure he missed meetings every now and again (he had missed the last two), but he tried to get to them when he was himself.

Biting his lip, he took a sip of his cup of tea when he saw Dennis approaching.  “Hello Dennis,” he said with a small smile.  They hadn’t interacted much, but he was always willing to help, especially with the younger survivors. 

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———Late Night Wanderings sentence starters

“Dennis!” said Hermione in minor shock. It had been close, but they had managed to avoid smashing into one another, the pile of books held in Hermione’s arms making the event particularly noteworthy. “Sorry, I must have missed you.” There was something strange about seeing him face-to-face, since the start of the year she’d only seen him across the table.

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