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Astoria moved quickly through the tables, nodding hello to family friends here and there. Her feet seemed not to move fast enough, but when she slipped through the hallway, she leaned against the wall and sunk down with a thud. She brought her hands up to her hair and sighed. If this was what everyday was going to be like once she went back to Hogwarts in a few weeks, she didn’t think that she’d want to go.
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He was staring dully at them, with his hands in the pockets of his dark wash jeans. His pale, icy eyes conveyed nothing. He had gotten good at that, Astoria remembered him looking like that two years ago during his sixth year.
Astoria tried to look away from them as she walked over to her bed. Only to find all of her things tossed around on the floor and her bed sheets shredded. She felt a stab run through her body and it took all of her might not to cry. Because it wasn’t that she was upset that they did this to her, she was upset that this was things that were going to happen on a daily basis. She knew that they could do worse, and they were going to. But everything was overwhelming that day, and everything was just beginning.
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