Mar. 25th, 2006

balletrat: (closedeyesmeg)
*Meg's had a long night, and the room is dark when she comes in.

She switches on the light, automatically - it was dark enough outside - and glances around, but she already knows it's empty.

She goes over to the bed, and sits down on it, rubbing her arms absently. They're a little cold - Lilly, she remembers, still has her cloak.

She should probably go to the Threshold. There's no reason to be here. Andrew may not even come back tonight.

Same club, she thinks, unbidden; and leans her head back against the wall, and closes her eyes, and attempts to banish it with a not yet.*

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