No, Harry wasn't at the mixer. Harry was in his room, brooding. As you do, when your thoughts are focused on all the people who could have come to Parents' Weekend, but couldn't, due to being dead. His parents. Sirius. And then there were the live ones, who'd probably forgotten him. So he was just staring out his window, waiting for Hedwig to come back from her hunt. Unless she decided not to come back. Seemed to be a trend. [for someone in particular, unless you REALLY want to bother the boy when he's like this]Tags: i need to get the hell over myself, parents weekend 2007
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