hand to the elbow

She had the answers when she woke up - all of them, right there in her eager fingers - but the light of dawn that crept through her open window was dazzling and she knew she had lost them before she had opened her eyes.

Hermione dressed slowly, pushing drowsy arms through a comfortable jumper without really even looking at it and tugging on faded jeans, the ones that had turned soft at the knees. She stood at the mirror for nearly a half an hour as she brushed her hair, her hands busy untangling the knots, while she concentrated hard on her dreams, searching through the muddled shadows for whatever she had learned. It was a task done in vain, and though she spent all breakfast pacing from kitchen to pantry and back again, she memories remained stubbornly hidden.

She met the resistence with increasing desperation. She had known.

all right, yeah it's all right

There's a distinct form of happiness that can only be found in listening to classic rock while strolling htrough Central Park on the first real warm day of spring. The snap of the drums provide you with a steady walking pace and when the chorus comes in you're sitting on a pleasent rock placed perfectly in a shady spot a few feet from the path where you can dance as best as you can in a sitting position, safe from any critical gazes.