spaceyhell
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Zara approached the edge of the tower, clutching the railing as She threw a leg over, then the other, and rested her clammy, cold palms and bum on the cold metallic railing. Zara was unsettled when She heard the shuffling of one's feet.
"Hello?" Zara asked, glancing behind her shoulder, wondering why anyone but her was out here, on a cold September night. The blood on her hand seemed to grow drier as the cool, crisp breeze swept pass it. Forgetting her hand was supporting her balance, she inspected her hand, just as she was about to tumble forwards, a arm gripped her waist and a hand on her other. "Gosh Potter, you're practically falling for me."