On hearing the name Hugo called out, Harry paused in his cleaning and turned around. It was Draco's friend, the one who seemed vaguely familiar, what was she called now...? Luna, that was it, the one who'd given him the locket for Christmas. Leaving his cleaning equipment on the table he was polishing he walked over.
"Hello," he said smiling, "can I get you anything?"
It was just after the words had left his mouth that he was suddenly consumed by a pang of disorientation. For a brief moment he could swear that he was standing in a brilliantly lit room, clocks large and small covering every surface. It was remarkably vivid even for one of his flashbacks.
"Sorry," he said, aware that he must have looked rather strange for a minute there. "Just had a bit of a funny turn. It's my amnesia playing up again." No, came a distinct and rather forceful voice from within his head, it's not your amnesia playing up it's your memory. "Would you like something to drink?"
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Date: 2006-05-07 09:28 pm (UTC)"Hello," he said smiling, "can I get you anything?"
It was just after the words had left his mouth that he was suddenly consumed by a pang of disorientation. For a brief moment he could swear that he was standing in a brilliantly lit room, clocks large and small covering every surface. It was remarkably vivid even for one of his flashbacks.
"Sorry," he said, aware that he must have looked rather strange for a minute there. "Just had a bit of a funny turn. It's my amnesia playing up again." No, came a distinct and rather forceful voice from within his head, it's not your amnesia playing up it's your memory. "Would you like something to drink?"