I woke up on my bed in the flat and I knew that dream was real. I felt elated, content. The weight on my chest had lessened. I looked forward to the day. I blinked in the sunlight, a perfect sunlight and looked to my bedroom door.

Shower… actually, I took a bath this morning. It was quite relaxing.

Towel

Muss up hair. I mess up my hair because I'm afraid of the mirror. I don't look in the mirror anymore, but… Conjuring one up, I placed it where the mirror was supposed to be. I was shocked to see how much older I looked. When I saw Fred in my dream last night, he was glowing with happiness, with life. Ironic that I'm the one alive, but not living. I brushed my hair this time and cleaned my ear-scar. I had paid less and less attention to it, but I think it's starting to get better. Maybe I'll get a sarcastic tattoo there, to lighten the mood.

Arm

Arm

Head through hole. Hm. I never really realized what robes I was wearing until now. They were all black, as though I were still in mourning. I transfigured the color so that they were a bright blue. They really complimented my eyes, I noted, gazing into my new mirror.

Brush

Rinse

Apple? Pear?

Angelina?

Angelina was lying on the couch, fast asleep. She looked as though she had been crying, stripes ran down her face. I remembered what Fred said and I thought about it. Me and Angelina? I mean, it's not surprising, we've been friends forever, but something like that just doesn't happen in a couple of days, now does it? Maybe Fred was just speaking through me, maybe he really wanted Angelina. After all, she is his ex girlfriend.

"Hey Angelina." I whispered in her ear, smiling as I did so. "Angelina wake up."

She groaned. "George… let me sleep, I'm tired."

"Angie," I urged. "I've got a joke I want to tell you."

See what I did thur? I left the rest to the imagination. It's a very short chapter, and a rather abrupt ending, but I'm pleased with it. STORY COMPLETION. :)

D'awh, I want you to ask me to review again…