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R expires, Clare, santiddio.

I impress in the memory of this day.
The tag says " 5 AE" attached to the classroom door, the breathing air home. Starting in the fourth with that phrase like a mantra " you are in the fifth, you have exams . And he
that has kept its promise. E 'come to greet me . Those two
printed kisses on the cheeks - the expression of her - that " also wanted to say goodbye before I came, but there was traffic .
God, I broke my heart. And my legs were shaking even seating, incredible is not it? : ')
... The feeling of being on a sort of pedestal, there to walk through the hallways. Most children who watched us almost with admiration, the embrace of the religion teacher - a person who can teach me something I do not think that meant anything to me? - And that " vivertela not bad, Chiara. Will you make .
I know I'll make it. I know.
E ' to review the classmates of M. out with tears in his eyes, suddenly confronted with their past ... I'll make it, but next year I'll also so .
I've always had great difficulty to turn the page, and in a bit 'I have to turn the most important one.
A year is too little. Of all the smiles, the votes tickets to the tasks, the tears gone wrong questions, took trips around the croissants at the mars bar and the coffee, laughter plots I will remain a physical education sheet with a number I have nine months to grow more and more.

All this because I saw a mountain collapse at the gate of my school.

Henry .

But I'll manage. Good or bad, I'll make it.

"Study throughout the year, otherwise then do the end of chicken."
"Prof of rat!"

(the fact that 's another has moved in the branch is a nice thing. Stammilontano , yes. )

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The holidays are over. back to school tomorrow .___. Ah
that pain!

Oh, yes there are ... I put another video: D Let's say this is more of an experiment ... Since I just learned how to zoom pictures: ° ° ° D

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Gira bad people, it turns bad!

And here we are.
I thought that this afternoon, not too bright because of the shape of the undersigned, the Scazzi for an evening and probably will miss the cold that haunts me these days, I could get comfortable here and write something, eliminating the last long rambling post. Then
. We, the return is imminent. The fifth and
last year. not the five to scare me, it is THAT ' last there ready to mark the end. The border
spend willy-nilly. And then I can not go back.
I have always been nostalgic , and it does not help. I will always fixed on his head the idea that everything I do is for ' last time.
L ' last diary, the' last school trip. L ' last race for the best schools, the last topics in class. The latest jokes, the last stuffing cake mars recreation. This hurts.
It 's like with my obsessions, here. Like when a show ends or finishes reading a manga. Or a book! Or when I'm writing the latest chapter in a fanfiction. And the songs that I
dig a hole at heart?
Why I attack things, here, and then live it really hurt .
Maybe there is something wrong with me .
especially when I thought, re-opening the old chest, I found all those things very old ... I always thought I did the right thing, really wrong.
And it is a mistake that I drag behind a lot of time, follows me even now. Only, cynical and calculating as they are ( become ), I can pass it off as a mistake of others.
My Fifty percent of wrong is reduced to a twelve - and only in my brain, however. My famous guilt.
I wonder when they become so. Me I must be lost, at that time. Maybe I was distracted.
And I'm spending my last day of the fourth higher - until I read the label "5AE" attached to the door of my class I have in the fourth , eh - in zombie mode. Here at Grancereale
gorging on chocolate, with one leg and killed her tummy hurt.
here to steal the shirts of my brothers, to shut with the souls of the moment, Sailor Moon (revised at eighteen years ago a strange effect, yes ♥), and reject out because "it hurts all folks, I'm not well. "
Balle .
not I go and I do not know why. I know that I need to see the write his name on facebook throws me on a crazy sense of nausea. And I want to let go, because I nothing to lose but if I lose me is end. And I will not capitulate again, would not make it.
know it sounds obvious and tragic, I know, are melodramatic. I do not know what to do, turn that way.
Maybe I need to breathe the air of school routine. I will review everything to see them every day. My poor fools just

age ♥ I hope him in the end, do not come back Monday. And I hope the other I stay away. It 's so great to have stopped thinking about it, I will not start again.

Some would say "positivism." It is positivism.
Tonight, if nothing else, the back of my idiot brother. ♥

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Twentythree.

- Hermione - Ron laid her down on the parchment, interrupting his work of copying - was always like this, the sacred half an hour before the time of McGonagall. He had been baptized, this time, "the twenty-ninth minute." Something, something untouchable.
And whenever necessary.
- Hermione - Ron nodded, but did not seem convinced.
Harry, meanwhile, continued to pretend that the shock in the tone his best friend was only translated as "Oh, Hermione discovers that when we are copying his notes again we Avada Kedavrerà"
Which, actually, could be partly true - useless to take the bottoms, the shock came from the words that the boy survived had just run away from his innocent lips.
But intentionally, eh. More or less.
- Hermione ... That . - Then spat in red, frowning.
Harry kept his eyes fixed on his parchment, intent to write the word "Evanesce" - had always liked that word. Sent him a something of freedom, mixed with a slight loss and grief and ... Oh, damn, it was no escape.
- Yes, Ron, that . What other Hermione know? - Then forced herself to say, raising his head in an instinctive movement of anger as risky.
folded blue eyes of his friend and understood the full meaning of that risky. Ron was shocked to say the least.
- Hermione - he said it for the fifteenth time - Hermione. The our Hermione
.- Seventeen.
- Hermione - Weasley continued, Harry corrected himself mentally and with a more appropriate eighteen - our best friend. N-no, let me get this straight. Hermione Hermione ? Twenty
.
- The your best friend - corrected him, uncombed even more the dark tangle of hair. Then he added a dot after "Evanesce" just to escape from the blue eyes in front of him.
- Oh no, Harry - the highest tone of a couple of octaves - our . Of both. What was it for you, before your brain gave birth to this wonderful awareness that unhealthy? Tell me, what they mean for you, Hermione? Part
Harry recorded the brain which was able to articulate phrases tear to his companion, in those rare moments when it was losing his temper. Not that Ronald was able to talk, mad. But he could speak the . Which, as a rule, it was good. And right.
not for the fact that speech that was to be classified as absolutely out from the norm.
- E '... I do not know what it was for me first, damn it - flushed, fixed on the dot of ink - is the person closest to me. Always. Even Dumbledore-cred -
- The most close, eh? And what am I? All these years, Harry, all .. - Ron's voice broke.
- Ronald - pulled back his eyes off the parchment and met the angry eyes of the other - seriously, forgive me for being straight. Then he raised an eyebrow
- and his friend seemed to grasp the meaning reasoning.
- Oh. -
- Already -
Calò a brief silence, broken only by tapping the left foot of Ron on the floor of City Hall - strangely deserted - and Harry took the opportunity to wipe his glasses.
was a kind of vice, a way to escape once again from the incredulous look.
Honestly, What would she have told him? Nor had he fully understood the point at which the affection had become another type of attachment, random corridors when the relief valve had begun to cause him not a few thoughts at night. He did not know. Really.
- When you noticed? - The stamp of the red seemed to be back to normal, and Harry positioned his glasses on his nose.
- I do not know - said frankly.
- Come on - Ron gestured wildly - there must being the signals. Moments. The first that comes to mind.
- Say Yes ... Maybe ... When Dumbledore asked me if we were together - me and Hermione, I say. I am blushing, I think - wanted to say something, right? - Anyway, I still knew it. You know, all those Cho and so other schools .. - Frowned.
Ron broke into a smile. - With "so" you mean that thing of Krum, right? Hermione and that bothers him quite-
- In retrospect, yes. - All-interrupted 'era bear it, here. I was even happy for her - Harry frowned eyebrows.
- time - the other nodded, a hint of irony in the face.
- Eh. Perhaps it was easier at the time. -
- You can tell. - Dithering, the red, picking up the pen.
Harry heaved a sigh of relief - the worst was over, then.
- Hermione - only repeated, shaking his head as copy the report of the girl. Twenty-three
, Harry looked up to heaven, that guy had a very large vocabulary.

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HarryxHermione written for my Mami.
As you can see that is a Pivellina in the HP fandom x ° °