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Monday, February 15th, 2010

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    12:34a
    But any still, he could do something-whatever...
    But any still,
    he
    could do something-whatever it was that men did-so that he wouldn't
    look so Gerald O'Hara had always looked like a
    gentleman, no matter how worn or rumpled his coat might be
    It didn't occur to Scarlett that her mother's quiet authority and
    influence might have been at work on her father's transformation to
    gentleman landownerScarlett only knew that she'd lost most of her
    joy in discovering the existence of her cousinWell, I only have to
    have a cup of tea and a piece of cake, and then I can leaveShe
    smiled brilliantly at Jamie"I'm so thrilled to be meeting your
    family that I've taken leave of my senses, JamieI should have
    bought
    a present for your daughter's birthday
    "Aren't I bringing her the best gift of all when I walk in with you on
    my arm, Katie Scarlett?" He does have a twinkle in hiseye, just like
    Pa, Scarlett told herselfAnd Pa's teasing brogueIf only he wasn't
    wearing a Derby hat! Nobody wears Derby hats"We'll be rolex 18k watches walking
    past
    your grandfather's house," Jamie said, striking horror to Scarlett's
    heartWhat if her aunts saw themsuppose she had to introduce
    them?
    They always thought Mother married beneath her; Jamie would be all
    the
    proof they could ever wantWhat was he saying? She had to pay
    attentionleave off your servant-girl thereShe'd feel
    out-of-place I with usWe don't have any servants No servants?
    Good Lord! Everybody has servants, everybody! What kind of place
    do
    they live in, a tenement? Scarlett squared her jawThis is Pa's own
    brother's son, and Uncle James is Pa's own brotherI won't disgrace
    his memory by being too cowardly to take a cup of tea with them,
    even if
    there are rats running across the floor"Pansy," she said, "when we
    get to the house, you go on inI'll be back directly, you tell them
    You will walk me home, won't you, Jamie?" She was brave enough
    to
    face a rat running across her foot, but she wasn't willing to ruin her
    reputation for all time by gucci bags china walking alone on the streetLadies just
    didn't do thatTo Scarlett's relief they walked along the street
    behind her grandfather's house, not by the square in front of it where
    her aunts liked to promenade under the trees for their
    "constitutionals Pansy went willingly through the gate into the
    garden, already yawning anticipation of going back to sleep
    Scarlett tried not to look anxiousn She'd heard Jerome complaining to
    her aunts about the deterioration of the neighborhoodOnly a few
    blocks to the east the fine old homes had degenerated into ramshackle
    boardinghouses for the sailors who manned the ships in and out of
    Savannah's busy portAnd for the waves of immigrants who arrived
    on
    some of the shipsMost of them, according to the snobbish, elegant
    old black man, were unwashed IrishJames escorted her straight
    ahead,
    and she sighed silently with 345 reliefThen, very soon, he turned
    onto the handsome, well-kept avenue called South Broad and
    announced,
    "Here fendi large clutch we are," in front of a tall, substantial brick house"How
    nice!" Scarlett said, with all her heartIt was almost the last
    thing she got to say for some timeInstead of climbing the stairs to
    the big door on the high stoop, Jamie opened a smaller door at street
    level and ushered her into the kitchen and an overwhelming onslaught
    of
    people, all of them redheaded and all of them noisily welcoming when
    he
    shouted out above the hubbub of greetings, "This is Scarlett, my uncle
    Gerald O'Hara's beautiful daughter come all the way from Atlanta to
    see
    Uncle James There are so many of them, Scarlett thought when they
    rushed toward herJamie's laughter when the youngest girl and a
    little boy grabbed him around the knees made it impossible to
    understand what he was sayingThen a large stout woman, with hair
    redder than any of them, held out a roughened hand to Scarlett
    "Welcome to the house," she said placidly"I'm Jamie's wife,
    Maureen
    Pay no attention to these fake louis vuitton purses savages; come sit by the fire and have a cup
    of tea She took Scarlett's arm in a firm grip and drew her into the
    roomQuiet, you heathens, let your Pa catch his breath, can't you?
    Then wash your faces and come meet Scarlett one by one She
    plucked
    Scarlett's fur cape from her shoulders"Put this in a safe place,
    Mary Kate, else the baby will think it's a kitten to pull the tail on,
    so soft is it The larger of the girls bobbed a curtsey in Scarlett's
    direction and held out eager hands for the furHer blue eyes were
    huge with admirationScarlett smiled at herAnd at Maureen, even
    though Jamie's wife was pushing her down onto a Windsor chair as if
    she
    thought Scarlett was one of her children to be ordered aroundIn an
    instant Scarlett found herself holding the biggest cup she had ever
    seen in one hand while, with the other, she was shaking hands with a
    startlingly beautiful young girl who whispered, "She looks like a
    princess," to her mother, and, "I'm Helen," to imitation louis vuitton bucket bag Scarl
    12:37a
    "We know the snake's not in Albania, it's usually...
    "We know the snake's not in Albania, it's usually with Vol\a151"
    "Didn't I ask you to stop say that?"
    "Fine! The snake is usually with You-Know-Who\a151happy?"
    "Not particularly
    "I can't see him hiding anything at Borgin and Burkes said Harry, who had made this point many times before, but said it again simply to break the nasty silence"Borgin and Burke were experts at Dark objects, they would've recognized a Horcrux straightaway
    Ron yawned pointedlyRepressing a strong urge to throw something at him, Harry plowed on, "I still reckon he might have hidden something at Hogwarts
    "But Dumbledore would have found it, Harry!"
    Harry repeated the argument he kept bringing out in favor of this theory
    "Dumbledore said in front of me that he never assumed he knew all of Hogwart's secretsI'm telling you, if there was one place Vol\a151"
    "Oi!"
    "YOU-KNOW-WHO, then!" Harry shouted, goaded past endurance"If there was one place that was really important to You-Know-Who, it was Hogwarts!"
    "Oh, come on," scoffed Ron"His school?"
    "Yeah, his school! It was his first real home, the place that meant he was special: it meant everything to him, and even after he left\a151"
    "This is You-Know-Who we're talking about, omega men watches right? Not you?" inquired RonHe was tugging at the chain of the Horcrux around his neck; Harry was visited by a desire to seize it and throttle him
    "You told us that You-Know-Who asked Dumbledore to give him a job after he left," said Hermione
    "That's right," said Harry
    "And Dumbledore thought he only wanted to come back to try and find something, probably another founder's object, to make into another Horcrux?"
    "Yeah," said Harry
    "But he didn't get the job, did he?" said Hermione"So he never got the chance to find a founder's object there and hide it in the school!"
    "Okay, then," said Harry, defeated
    Without any other leads, they traveled into London and, hidden beneath the Invisibility Cloak, search for the orphanage in which Voldemort had been raisedHermione stole into a library and discovered from their records that the place had been demolished many years beforeThey visited its site and found a tower block of offices
    "We could try digging in to foundations?" Hermione suggested halfheartedly
    "He wouldn't have hidden a Horcrux here," Harry saidHe had known it all alongThe orphanage had been the place Voldemort had been determined to escape; he would never have hidden a part of his soul thereDumbledore chanel bag had shown Harry that Voldemort sought grandeur or mystique in his hiding places; this dismal gray corner of London was as far removed as you could imagine from Hogwarts of the Ministry or a building like Gringotts, the Wizarding banks, with its gilded doors and marble floors
    Even without any new idea, they continued to move through the countryside, pitching the tent in a different place each night for securityEvery morning they made sure that they had removed all clues to their presence, then set off to find another lonely
    and secluded spot, traveling by Apparition to more woods, to the shadowy crevices of cliffs, to purple moors, gorse-covered mountainsides, and once a sheltered and pebbly coveEvery twelve hours or so they passed the Horcrux between them as though they were playing some perverse, slow-motion game of pass-the-parcel, where they dreaded the music stopping because the reward was twelve hours of increased fear and anxiety
    Harry's scare kept pricklingIt happened most often, he noticed, when he was wearing the HorcruxSometimes he could not stop himself reacting to the pain
    "What? What did you see?" demanded Ron, whenever he noticed Harry wince
    "A face," muttered Harry, every timeThe thief who rolex watches for ladies stole from Gregorovitch
    And Ron would turn away, making no effort to hide his disappointmentHarry knew that Ron was hoping to bear news of his family or the rest of the Order of the Phoenix, but after all, he, Harry, was not a television aerial; he could only see what Voldemort was thinking at the time, not tune in to whatever took his fancyApparently Voldemort was dwelling endlessly on the unknown youth with the gleeful face, whose name and whereabouts, Harry felt sure, Voldemort knew no better than he didAs Harry's scar continued to burn and the merry, blond-haired boy swam tantalizingly in his memory, he learned to suppress any sign of pain or discomfort, for the other two showed nothing but impatience at the mention of the thiefHe could not entirely blame them, when they were so desperate for a lean on the Horcruxes
    As the days stretched into weeks, Harry began to suspect that Ron and Hermione were having conversations without, and about, himSeveral times they stopped talking abruptly when Harry entered the tent, and twice he came accidentally upon them, huddled a little distance away, heads together and talking fast; both times they fell silent when they realized he was approaching them and louis vuitton new bags hastened to appear busy collecting wood or water
    Harry could not help wondering whether they had only agreed to come on what now felt like a pointless and rambling journey because they thought he had some secret plan that they would learn in due courseTon was making no effort to hide his bad mood, and Harry was starting to fear that Hermione too was disappointed by his poor leadershipIn desperation he tried to think of further Horcrux locations, but the only one that continued to occur to him was Hogwarts, and as neither of the others thought this at all likely, he stopped suggesting it
    Autumn rolled over the countryside as they moved through itThey were now pitching the tent on mulches of fallen leavesNatural mists joined those cast by the dementors; wind and rain added to their troublesThe fact that Hermione was getting better at identifying edible fungi could not altogether compensate for their continuing isolation, the lack of other people's company, or their total ignorance of what was going on in the war against Voldemort
    "My mother," said Ron on night, as they sat in the tent on a riverbank in Wales, "can make good food appear out of thin air
    He prodded moodily at the lumps of charred gray fish on his rolex submariners pla

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