She sat transfixed, brain processing, heart refusing to believe. How could he? She re-played the last six years in her mind.

“Rachel!” She didn’t respond. Dumbledore’s death was riveting.

This is my entry for day 25 of the Writers Victoria Flash Fiction competition. Today’s prompt: rivet.

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