Eponine was completely oblivious to Draco's arrival. Her headache had increased since she had come inside, and now she was almost blinded by the pain. But she remained standing, back firmly pressed to the Cornucopia. At least she could feel something solid behind her then. She wasn't floating.
The bread made her choke, made her gag. As good as it tasted in her mouth, her stomach churned and she wanted to be sick. Was it because she hadn't eaten, or was it something else? Eponine didn't know, but she paused in her munching to take some deep breaths, one hand clutched at her stomach.
She had to get out of here. She had to hide somewhere so the others wouldn't get her. But her tree was so far away. The Cornucopia though - she could hide inside of it. She could sleep, just for a little while, before she went back. Nobody would look in there. Wasn't it where a lot of people died? People wouldn't go back. Not now.
Eponine pushed herself away from the side, and, still clutching the loaf, groped her way inside of the Cornucopia, as quietly as she could, still blissfully unaware of Draco hidden in the corner.
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The bread made her choke, made her gag. As good as it tasted in her mouth, her stomach churned and she wanted to be sick. Was it because she hadn't eaten, or was it something else? Eponine didn't know, but she paused in her munching to take some deep breaths, one hand clutched at her stomach.
She had to get out of here. She had to hide somewhere so the others wouldn't get her. But her tree was so far away. The Cornucopia though - she could hide inside of it. She could sleep, just for a little while, before she went back. Nobody would look in there. Wasn't it where a lot of people died? People wouldn't go back. Not now.
Eponine pushed herself away from the side, and, still clutching the loaf, groped her way inside of the Cornucopia, as quietly as she could, still blissfully unaware of Draco hidden in the corner.