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your soul's unbreakable

"Ohh, you mean you and my mum," she said with a nod of understanding. Her mum was probably the only person on the planet who carried Echo's picture around. Her dad used to, too, though his pictures were a little out of date now. She knew her mum kept a box of his personal belongings in the attic, all neat and tidy and well cared for. Echo took a peek in there every now and again and had a good cry. She knew her dad would be incredibly proud of her for achieving her dream and not giving up. He hadn't known much about Quidditch, but he used to love watching her flying around the back garden on a kids broom when she was little. The magical world had fascinated him to no end, and he would have been cheering louder than anyone in the stands, never missing a match. She never doubted that for a second, and though he couldn't be there physically, she liked to think he might be watching over her from somewhere, though she wasn't sure she believed in that, either. Wasn't that in a similar vein to Sera's palm reading?

Her friend studied her palm eagerly, and Echo watched patiently as she traced a finger down different lines that looked nothing more than creases on Echo's hand. How could they mean something? Did the tiny scar on her thumb mean something, too? Or was that simply a reminder of the time she'd been stuck by a thorn on the grounds of Hogwarts in her second year? Sera began to ramble off her predictions, and a reluctant smile started to form on Echo's face. "I'm not hiding anything," she said. "You'd be better just asking me, you'll get the actual truth." That was true, though not without its loopholes. She may have been hiding a few things, but she'd be honest if anyone got lucky enough to hit on the right subject and quiz her about it. Her range of facial expressions was probably quite comical to anyone watching their table, and Echo crinkled her nose when Sera mentioned her getting took out of a game at some point in the not too distant future. She shook her head, rejecting that notion, but her eyes went wide when Sera released her hand, announcing that Echo had her eye on someone.

"What? Who!?" she blurted, snatching her hand back and frowning down at the lines on her palm, as though they could tell her what Sera was talking about. She couldn't see herself being in a relationship by Christmas, though she did like the sound of a New Year kiss. That could be with anyone, though, her world had grown enormously since she'd gotten a spot with the Arrows, she could be anywhere on the planet for New Year, kissing some random bloke at a party. Her thoughts flitted momentarily to a certain dark haired, dark eyed someone, and she forced herself not to smile as she felt a tug at the corners of her lips. It wouldn't be him. He probably saw her like another sister, she had more chance of snogging Kal Sullivan at midnight. Not that she would mind that, either, but he was a lot older than Echo, he wasn't exactly her usual type. Did she even have a type? Round, hot, and filled with cheese and tomato. "Where is our food?" she asked, glancing around the bistro longingly for the distraction of her pizza.



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