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A whole bunch of flowers . . .
Aug. 12th, 2002 07:37 pmWest Wing . . . (Post PC. Yeah I've jumped on the bandwagon. You've been warned.)
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"Ainsley." He wondered if his face was red from walking too fast.
"Josh." She closed off her computer moniter and smiled at him. "I heard the bill passed. Congratulations."
"They shot him, Ainsley." He put a hand on his head, feeling damp hair slide through his fingers. "They shot him and I was suffocating . . ."
"Who did they shoot?" She stood up, moving towards her. "Who got shot, Josh?"
"Donovan." He gasped for air, let her lead him to a seat. "Simon Donovan, CJ's bodyguard."
"Oh, my God." Ainsley's hand flew to her lips. "Is CJ okay?"
"Yeah. I think she's okay. But they shot him, and he's dead now, and I'm still alive." He looked up at her. "I'm alive Ainsley."
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And now for some HP stuff
But Lily was, of course, different. She was always the stange one, the one who confused him. Maybe it was the muggle blood in her, the faint tang he could taste on her tongue. Or the way she wore her shiny prefect badge pinned above her red and yellow lion. Maybe it was the way she tucked her hair behind her shoulders and glanced at him in class, looking away whenever he caught her eye.
~*~
"Ainsley." He wondered if his face was red from walking too fast.
"Josh." She closed off her computer moniter and smiled at him. "I heard the bill passed. Congratulations."
"They shot him, Ainsley." He put a hand on his head, feeling damp hair slide through his fingers. "They shot him and I was suffocating . . ."
"Who did they shoot?" She stood up, moving towards her. "Who got shot, Josh?"
"Donovan." He gasped for air, let her lead him to a seat. "Simon Donovan, CJ's bodyguard."
"Oh, my God." Ainsley's hand flew to her lips. "Is CJ okay?"
"Yeah. I think she's okay. But they shot him, and he's dead now, and I'm still alive." He looked up at her. "I'm alive Ainsley."
~*~
And now for some HP stuff
But Lily was, of course, different. She was always the stange one, the one who confused him. Maybe it was the muggle blood in her, the faint tang he could taste on her tongue. Or the way she wore her shiny prefect badge pinned above her red and yellow lion. Maybe it was the way she tucked her hair behind her shoulders and glanced at him in class, looking away whenever he caught her eye.
