ciroccoj | Why Spellcheckers Are Not Proofreaders, Part Too

I didn't cry; without the presence of the corpse, my tears were repressed against, replaced not by numbness but a cold anger...
Repressed against... what?
I turned as they passed by, and went back to my room, relived but chilled.
Hey, better than going back to your room redied and chilled.
His chest was cut. Not scared like mine...
Actually, his chest was terrified.
...of doing anything much more than just keeping my arms around his back, my lips coving his face
?
He'd bring in the newspaper and we'd poor over Quidditch scores...
Don't bet on the Chudley Cannons, people.
This time, it was Hermione collapsed, crumpled and convoluting just inside the door.
Poor Hermione. Nobody understands her convolutions.
And for the first time, fingers tugging at my hair and muscles taught beneath my hands...
Inquiring minds want to know exactly what your hands taught his muscles!
I had stopped reading potions books all together.
Sweetie, you're supposed to read them one at a time.
Even his hair seemed falter than usual.
Some days my hair seems hesitate than usual.
...and while I continued to pour through books for him...
Waterlogged-books everywhere. Fellas, next time you're confronted with written material, how about you just read it?
Bags under his eyes and unwashed hair growing think with dust.
::collapses:: ::and convolutes::
...if you really wanted to give me a present, you'd come town to Christmas dinner today...
I'd rather come village to Christmas dinner. More homey.
What I remember is this: darkness and dust in my eyes and the sweet sent of wine...
But he forgot the sweet received of wine. ::sigh::
I knew that after eleven the kitchen normally cleared, and that's what a wanted.
And that's what a got.

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of doing anything much more than just keeping my arms around his back, my lips coving his face

...like a limpet?

Is that a description of Lavendar Brown during HBP? GIANT, FACE-SUCKING LIPS OF DOOM!