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darlingdari ([info]darlingdari) wrote in [info]nofairytale,
@ 2010-12-24 17:48:00

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dari and simon on the train home
WHO: Dari Davison and Simon Bailey
WHAT: Train ride home
WHEN: June 2006
WHERE: Hogwarts Express
RATING: So G. It's Simon.

For the first time she could remember, Dari wasn't remotely looking forward to leaving school. Sure, she was kind of excited about her internship and it had been a pretty rough year, especially the past few months, but she wasn't looking forward to anything else about the summer holidays.

Jeremy had a girlfriend. Her father was gone. Mum was in Azkaban. She'd be going home to an empty house that did nothing but remind her of everything she'd lost this year - Her parents, even Jeremy, in a way. Things were changing between them or maybe they'd already changed. Either way, she couldn't stand the thought of being there. She couldn't stand the thought of a summer without him there every single day, lazily kissing her under the shade of their tree and dragging her off for a swim in their lake.

The train ride wouldn't be the same, either. For the first time she could remember, she wouldn't be spending it curled up to Jeremy. There would be no long makeout session to pass the time. Even Ashleigh was going to be occupied. Dari didn't blame the girl, of course. She knew she needed Ollie right now. She just couldn't help feeling a little alone at the moment.

At least she found a compartment to herself. As much as she didn't want to be alone, she didn't much care to be around other people. If she was lucky, she could just curl up with a book and read until they arrived in London.

As soon as she was settled, she curled up on the bench, knees bent and her divination text open in her lap. Anyone looking in would have found it easy to tell she was unhappy, but the nice thing about being on your own was that you didn't have to fake a smile for anyone.


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