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She kept going, feeling each stitch on her hook, sliding it into the one from the row before it. She had learned well enough, crocheting yet another row, almost to perfection, her yes blindfolded. There wasn't time to waste, not for something as stupid as a migraine, not for something like this that she couldn't control.
There were hats that needed to be finished before she left for the holiday. She knew Hermione in Gryffindor was knitting hats, she had never been able to get the hang of knitting. Her hands didn't work right even on a good day. She'd tried knitting, found a pair of needles in a second hand shop, but while she could cast on on the yarn, she couldn't manage to do the next step, no matter how many times she tried, it all just somehow it fell apart. She'd tucked the needles away, this needed to be done sooner rather than later. Crocheted hats would work just as well, any clothing would work.
She smiled as she felt the stitches, as she finished the row, her fingers hitting the metal ring she used a a stitch marker. It had been one of those wine glass decorations, the ones that her parents had used for dinner parties, to make sure no one drank from the wrong glass. They hadn't noticed it gone. There weren't nearly as many dinner parties anymore, not after the war, not after the Greengrasses were nearly exposed. She hadn't cared, hadn't liked the things anyway, her parents had always paraded her and her sister in front of the guests. They made them wearing matching dresses, always some shade of green, the color that brought out Astoria's eyes.
She was pretty sure the whole point of the parties was to set a marriage contract for Astoria. She already had one of her own apparently, although her parents weren't telling her who it was with, they wouldn't even tell her the family she'd be marrying into the minute she turned eighteen. Part of that worried her, what if she hated him, hated the family? What if they were on the wrong side of things. She shuddered, her head already hurting, she didn't need to add any anguish to the pain.
Another row down, this one decreasing, coming to the top of her hat. She should have started with the top, it was easier to increase when she couldn't see, but she hadn't planned on the is migraine, hadn't planned that she'd have to crochet these basically blind. She felt the last of the stitches, felt the hat coming to an end, wrapping it up, the finishing touches. Making sure her knot was tied tightly. She'd weave in her ends later, when she could see the needle. She wasn't about to attempt something like that now.
She tossed it towards the box where she had the other ones. They were mostly done, save for a few that she wanted to put a pom pom on. She smiled, reaching for the ball of yarn, still holding her hook in her hand, as she started yet another hat, hoping that between her and Hermione they'd have all the house elves freed before the holiday started.