[She sits down to answer all of it--all at once, out of the way and done with--and freezes. It's too much at once, a veritable wall of questions, and she can't do it. Not all at once and, at that moment, not at all.
An hour later, she tries again, this time without staring at every question he's asked her. She manages to write it in little bursts of paragraphs, a little at a time over several hours. Though it feels like cheating to give up after a few sentences and send them away, she can feel in her gut that if she kept each scrap until she felt she was finished, Will might never see any of it.]
I didn't set the fire. I don't know who did, but I assure you, I would never--you know I wouldn't. Frankly, Professor Snape should, too. [Is she still mad he accused her of starting the fire? Maybe a little.] I didn't even realize there was a fire at first. I was marking essays at the time, so I don't know where it started, or who started it, but I assure you, it wasn't me.
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An hour later, she tries again, this time without staring at every question he's asked her. She manages to write it in little bursts of paragraphs, a little at a time over several hours. Though it feels like cheating to give up after a few sentences and send them away, she can feel in her gut that if she kept each scrap until she felt she was finished, Will might never see any of it.]
I didn't set the fire. I don't know who did, but I assure you, I would never--you know I wouldn't. Frankly, Professor Snape should, too. [Is she still mad he accused her of starting the fire? Maybe a little.] I didn't even realize there was a fire at first. I was marking essays at the time, so I don't know where it started, or who started it, but I assure you, it wasn't me.