The Rocking ChairThe only solace to be found for him was an old wooden rocking chair, hidden in one of the smaller rooms on the upper level of Grimmauld Place. He remembered the first time he saw him, rocking slowly, back and forth, succumbing to the smooth, steady rhythm...watching the fluid motions of the chair and his body, with which the man allowed the calm to absorb into his body. He smiled slightly as he remembered how odd it had been to see his energetic, rambunctious companion slowly rocking, allowing peace to finally enter his soul, even if only for a few minutes.The Rocking Chair
The memory is gone now, and all that is left is grief in his lonely heart
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"I'm not scared of falling," he told himself. "The bit I'm scared of is the bit when you stop falling, and start being dead."
Neil Gaiman, Neverwhere
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Mel
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Shawn: "Gus please. Don't be Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Marzipan."
Gus: "Azkaban."
Shawn: "I've heard it both ways."
Shawn: This is just another knock off of the other knock off of the original knock off of that other show.
Same here!
-Lindsay
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