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Hazel found herself biting down on her lip to try and contain her grin while also suppressing her laughter. “It’s not that late, is it? I guess it’s because I always used to get up so early, I’m catching up on those missed hours of sleep.” Another laugh slipped past her lips. “So, what time do you normally get up?” She asked curiously. The smile soon dropped from her face at the male’s reply. The young squib didn’t know what it was like to have a friend die. She’d never had a friend before, not before Reg anyway. She guessed she was lucky to have not experienced such pain. The brunette found herself thinking back to the night of the attack and how she’d watched the male who’d hurt her kill the female accompanying her right in front of her eyes. It was horrible. She’d been so traumatised and she hardly knew the girl. God only knows how the male was feeling. “I’m sorry. I can only imagine how hard that must be.”
“No I suppose it isn’t.” He teased smirking as he watched her expression, curious to see how she would react to the time he made a habit of getting up. “About six. Unless I decide to have a lie in and then it’s about seven.” He admitted with a shrug of his shoulders. He found himself suddenly feeling awkward and not sure how to feel or react to the conversation. “I uh, I guess it is what it is. The tragedy of war and the times we are in.” He tried to explain and be rational about it all.











