halfbloodhiggsâ:
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âWait,â Aidan interject holding up a finger as something came to mind, shaking his head almost seconds after. âOh no, my apologies, her name was Anne, not Anna. Great writer, though. Have you had a chance to read it yet, Interview with the Vampire, I mean?â Aidan had spent a lot of time reading while in the hospital wing, but few books stood out quite like that one. Despite it being written by a supposed muggle, it intrigued him.  âPerhaps, it is quite a common name, so it wouldnât be that out of this world to think Iâd become acquainted with someone named Anna, even if it is someone other than yourself.â He pointed out. âI mean, I suppose given itâs been a while, it might be wise to have someone follow me. This castle can get confusing, even after so many years.â
Annaâs breath caught in her throat as he told her to wait, watching to see if any sort of recognition was in his eyes. Any hint that he might have a inkling of who she was, but as he kept talking, her spirits and face fell. âOh⌠No, I havenât. Maybe Iâll check it out.â She wasnât much of a reader, sure, but anything to connect with this new Aidan couldnât be bad. She could force her way through a book if it meant having something in common with him now. Taking a small breath, she steeled herself to the idea that he didnât know her⌠for a moment. Sheâd just have to try harder and keep up with him. But, for now, sheâd be a little brave. Forcing a small smile, she motioned with her head to follow her. âCâmon. Letâs get you back to your room, Aidan. Iâm sure youâre tired.â As she led the way, she realized that she, too, was exceptionally exhausted.
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