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norainu ([personal profile] norainu) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2007-09-26 09:14 am

Day 27: Lunch

Renji wasn't so certain what this grilled cheese thing was all about, but he liked the sound of some soup. Even if it was strange western soup, well... there wasn't anything bad people could do to soup, in his experience. His good mood was starting to fray at the edges, a little, from the strain of dealing with the Ichimaru issue, and even more from what had been on the bulletin board earlier.

He'd never had difficulty simply writing something before. But...

He shook his head as he entered the line. He didn't want to think about it. He wanted to hold on to the tenuous equilibrium he'd managed to find.

Renji got himself a large bowl of soup, water, and even one of those sandwiches, just to try it. Old habit, recently awakened, had him over to one side of the cafeteria, where the fewest people possible would have the chance to pass behind him. He sat there with his back toward the wall and started eating.

[identity profile] undesirableone.livejournal.com 2007-09-29 05:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Harry's eyes narrowed behind his glasses.

"I don't need help from a Death Eater," he said. Despite everything that the blond was saying, there still remained the fact that this man had followed Voldemort had even believed what he taught, at least enough to help in the torture of two very good people.

It would be like betraying Neville, who had been a true friend to Harry, to work with Rastaban that way.