Sometimes she walks until her head's nearly submerged and stares at the stars, holding her arms out wide. She gets her clothes wet, doesn't care; it feels best this way, brings her back into herself. (It's hard to know what to do these days. Bill's gone a lot of the time and Mrs. Weasley still doesn't seem to like her much.)
Sometimes she floats on her back and just stares, turning her brain off for a moment. She remembers, of course she does, remembers each night and wakes up in a panic--but these times she can think and be completely calm.
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They keep their house on the water.
Sometimes she walks until her head's nearly submerged and stares at the stars, holding her arms out wide. She gets her clothes wet, doesn't care; it feels best this way, brings her back into herself. (It's hard to know what to do these days. Bill's gone a lot of the time and Mrs. Weasley still doesn't seem to like her much.)
Sometimes she floats on her back and just stares, turning her brain off for a moment. She remembers, of course she does, remembers each night and wakes up in a panic--but these times she can think and be completely calm.