Post by Grace Taelin on Sept 15, 2007 16:28:04 GMT -5
g r a c e
Home is where the heart is. Or so they say. But your heart is in your chest. SO does that ake your chest your home? Or maybe it is mpre where you give your heart to, that is your home. And in that case, for Grace at least, his office was definatly his home. A depressing thought for some but for Grace it was cheering, after Stuart he had never felt more at home than Hogwarts. It held all of his happiest memories a hell of alot more.
His hand brushed the simple wooden door breifly before alighting on teh handle, a whispered word gained him entry and he went in pushing the door shut behind him with a foot. Surveying his room he allowed a crooked smile to tug the corners of his mouth. This room was a testament to his life, and he liked it that way. He crossed the room, stepping in the sppaces in three elegant dancing strides to pick up a book. Turning he flitted over to the sagging sofa and settled himself on it, legs curled up under him.
Somthing rustled and he looked up, seeing his cat head straight for him. Smiling he shifted himself to make room and then returned to his book. From out of it he took a word piece of laminated paper and layed it gently on the side. He smiled sadly and began to read.
And at his side the laminated paper quiverd in the disturbed air.
And on it, written incrayon were teh barely visible words.
For my Bestest Friend Grace.
Love Stuart
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