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Post by Shelby Chou on Nov 20, 2007 23:07:58 GMT
I walk into the funeral hall and I automatically stop when I see her coffin. I feel a few tears falling down my face, as I forced myself to keep walking towards her motionless body. "Hey you, my 4 in the morning buddy..." I say softly with a faint smile. I knelt down next to her, noticing how pale she was. I just looked at her for a few moments, and softly place my head on the table edge where her coffin was resting and starting crying even harder.
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Post by Andrew Foster on Nov 21, 2007 0:41:11 GMT
I walk into the room again early in the morning, and notice someone crying in front of Andra’s casket.
Yet another friend I never met, I think, hanging back to give her some privacy, whoever she is. It bothers me a little that I haven’t got a clue, that I’d met so few of her friends before now. Ariel’s I’d always known, but Andra’s?
Guess that’s what we get for six years’ difference…. I think, knowing that’s not enough excuse for knowing so little about my sister’s life. You could have been around more, instead of hating Damion so much and punishing the rest of the family. You could have written more, so that she didn’t feel hurt and stop sending you those letters.
I shake my head, hard, not wanting any more guilt, and instead watch the girl up front, whoever she is.
Probably knew your little sister better than you did.
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Post by Shelby Chou on Nov 21, 2007 3:40:56 GMT
I stand up and look at her expression. She looked peaceful, as if she was just asleep and would wake up at any moment. Foolishly, I was expecting that to happen. I turn around and notice an older man standing a few feet away. I look up at him and smile slightly, and sit down in a chair close to Andra.
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Post by Andrew Foster on Nov 21, 2007 20:35:48 GMT
I attempt to return the girl's smile, twitching my mouth upwards at least, and stay where I am in the back of the room, wanting to ask the girl who she is and why she's there and all sorts of other things, but not knowing how to start a conversation in a place like this.
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Post by Shelby Chou on Nov 21, 2007 22:44:34 GMT
I sit there for about a half hour and I couldn't sit any longer. I got up to take a step outside for a few, but I notice the guy still there. "Hello..." I say softly to him.
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Post by Andrew Foster on Nov 21, 2007 22:49:32 GMT
I jump very slightly, being broken out of my reverie. "Hey," I say quietly, then pause. "Friend of hers?" I ask after a bit, still quietly.
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Post by Shelby Chou on Nov 21, 2007 22:58:40 GMT
"Yes, I consider her to be one of my best friends actually." I say to him. "Shelby Crescent."
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Post by Andrew Foster on Nov 21, 2007 23:09:57 GMT
"So did I," I say, having to swallow hard. "Andrew Foster."
Briefly it occurs to me that for all I know she or one of the many others I've seen in this room is actually the one who killed her, but I decide I'm just being paranoid.
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Post by Shelby Chou on Nov 21, 2007 23:23:07 GMT
"Foster? Are you her brother or a cousin?" I ask him softly. "Andra never mentioned she had a family..." I say looking down.
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Post by Andrew Foster on Nov 21, 2007 23:29:15 GMT
Slightly stunned and hurt, I open my mouth but can't say anything for a moment. "Uh... brother. We've... been away," I mutter to the ground. Being cowards. In your case anyway.
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Post by Shelby Chou on Nov 21, 2007 23:32:36 GMT
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so bold." I stare at the ground.
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Post by Andrew Foster on Nov 21, 2007 23:37:36 GMT
I shake my head. "No, it's a reasonable question. I just...." I've just realized how far apart we've gotten, now that it's too late to change anything?
"I should have been here," I mutter instead. "Or she should have been with us...." I shake my head again.
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Post by Shelby Chou on Nov 21, 2007 23:40:32 GMT
"I'm sorry..." I say still looking at the ground, not knowing what to say.
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Post by Andrew Foster on Nov 21, 2007 23:48:05 GMT
"Me too," I say, looking down at the ground again myself. I shake my head. "Sorry. You were her friend.... Did she seem happy?" I've been asking this question repeatedly and always get similar answers, but I can't seem to stop... as if I'm looking for a particular answer, the one I most want to hear, and have to ask everyone who knew her 'til I hear that one. ((I have to go...  My little sister's begging me.)) |
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Post by Shelby Chou on Nov 21, 2007 23:51:54 GMT
"Well she seemed happy, but she never really talked about anything deep or anything that really bothered her. Maybe on the inside she was upset, but she didn't show it, she had fun when I was with her." I say to him.
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Post by Andrew Foster on Nov 22, 2007 17:28:52 GMT
I nod. Just as expected.
"Did you know her very long? You seem... you seem a little old for Hogwarts."
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Post by Shelby Chou on Nov 23, 2007 20:18:12 GMT
"That could be taken as an insult, but I graduated four years ago, but I stayed a while after. Dumbledore let me stay for a while, because I might become a professor, and personal reasons." I say thinking about my family and all the trouble and heartache we've been through.
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Post by Andrew Foster on Nov 23, 2007 20:49:43 GMT
I nod again, noting a less-than-happy expression on her face. I open my mouth but then close it again, shrugging.
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Post by Shelby Chou on Nov 23, 2007 20:54:15 GMT
"So, are you graduated as well?" I ask him softly, trying to forget my thoughts of my father.
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Post by Andrew Foster on Nov 23, 2007 20:55:48 GMT
"Five, almost six years ago now," I say, glancing at her sideways. Never thought that I might be taken for a student.
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Post by Shelby Chou on Nov 23, 2007 20:57:46 GMT
I nod. "Gryffindor just like..." I stop, not being able to say Andra's name.
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Post by Andrew Foster on Nov 23, 2007 21:00:27 GMT
I glance up toward the front. "Yeah," I say quietly. Shameful one, though.
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Post by Shelby Chou on Nov 24, 2007 23:06:07 GMT
"So..." I say not knowing what else to say to him. Afterall, it was the first time talking and unfortunately it had to be at his sister's funeral.
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Post by Andrew Foster on Nov 24, 2007 23:09:31 GMT
"Yeah," I say again with a very small, tight smile, having no idea what to say.
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Post by Shelby Chou on Nov 24, 2007 23:22:10 GMT
"Maybe...I should leave?" I say to him, not sure what else to do.
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Post by Andrew Foster on Nov 24, 2007 23:24:07 GMT
"If you want," I shrug, shaking my head, not really caring one way or the other.
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Post by Shelby Chou on Nov 24, 2007 23:49:04 GMT
I sigh and look at her once more. "It was nice meeting you..." I say softly, before leaving.
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Post by Andrew Foster on Nov 25, 2007 16:09:39 GMT
I nod, not bothering to return the sentiment with its obvious, if only under different circumstances suffix. I stand there for a while in the empty room after she leaves, then decide I just can't do this anymore at the moment, and walk quickly out of the room.
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My little sister's begging me.))