❝ i can no longer hold back any part of
myself from falling in love with you. ❞
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MAEVE HAD TRIED TO WRITE BACK TO HERMIONE FIFTEEN TIMES. and that was not an exaggeration. exactly fifteen balls of parchment were scrunched up and discarded in the bin beside her desk, and she was now running low on ink.
she didn't know what to say. well, she knew she she wanted to say, but when she put quill to paper— her mind went blank.
a week had gone by now, and there was only a matter of days before she was due to return back to hogwarts for her sixth-year.
she still didn't want to go. but she had a slightly better feeling about it now.
she had also noticed that she was still in stage one of grief. sometimes she would catch herself trying to convince herself that levi was still alive. she would make up little conversations inside her head that they would have together— and then she felt crazy for doing so.
her birthday was the hardest.
july 7th, and her first birthday without her brother by her side— celebrating together. it was no longer their birthday. it was now just hers. her 16th birthday.
she didn't want this. she didn't need this.
all she wanted was her brother back.
and then, on the night of august 31st, 1996– the day before school started— she rose from her bed, and sat at her desk. she got out her quill from her suitcase, and she wrote.
𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒆,
𝒊𝒎 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚.
𝒊𝒎 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒇 𝒊 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍— 𝒊 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅. 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕.
𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇. 𝒊 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒚.
𝒊 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓, 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅. 𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕— 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒕. 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒕.
maeve stopped writing for a moment, another memory flooding to her mind.
"maeve." an eleven-year old levi alerted. no answer. "maeve." still no answer. "maeve!" the boy resorted to whacking his sister now.
"ow!" the blonde exclaimed, rubbing the back of her head. "what the hell is wrong with you?"
"you're staring." he stated boredly. "you're staring at hermione."
"huh?"
"you've been staring at her for the last five minutes! go and talk to her, idiot."
"no!" maeve shook her head. "no, no, no."
"why not?"
"i don't think she'd want to be friends with me, levi. she's so—"
"hi!" levi was up from his chair now, and he had approached harry, ron and hermione.
"levi!" maeve hissed irritably. "levi, what are you doing!"
"hi, i'm levi foster." the blonde boy introduced with a small, lopsided grin. "and this is my twin sister, maeve. we got sorted into gryffindor, aswell."
"ron weasley." ron nodded with a smile through his mouthfuls. "and this is harry. although, you probably already know that.."
"—and i'm hermione granger." she interrupted him confidently, holding her hand out for maeve to shake. "what did you say your name was?"
"um, maeve." the freckled-girl blushed, taking hermione's hand. "maeve foster."
"pleasure."
𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒊 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖.
𝒊 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒊 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓. 𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒄 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒊 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅. 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒊 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕, 𝒊 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇. 𝒊 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆, 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒉𝒐𝒘, 𝒊 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒅. 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘— 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒅. 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝒊 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕... 𝒊 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒆 𝒊𝒕.
𝒊 𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓. 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊 𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕. 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆. 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔. 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒉, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇. 𝒘𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉, 𝒔𝒐 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕, 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒆.
𝒊 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊 𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒇 𝒊𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕. 𝒊𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔. 𝒊 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒇𝒇 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔. 𝒊'𝒅 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝒊 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 ( 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 ) 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒖𝒅𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒔𝒕.
𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒊 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝒚𝒐𝒖.
𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒔, 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆, 𝒊 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚. 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊 𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒊 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒖𝒏𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆.
𝒊 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒏𝒈𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒋𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍.
𝒊𝒎 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒚 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔. 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒅 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒆𝒓-𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆? 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 '𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒋𝒖𝒎𝒑 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒂 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒇, 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖?' 𝒊 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒏𝒐, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒊 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒕-𝒂𝒔𝒔. 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒊 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘. 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒊𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆. 𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒊𝒕. 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏, 𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒊𝒕.
𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒔, 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒋𝒖𝒎𝒑 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒂 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒇, 𝒊 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅. 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅.
𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒎 𝒔𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈. 𝒊 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒃𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆. 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒚. 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅? 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊'𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒕.
𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒎 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒎 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒖𝒑. 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒌𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒊 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖— 𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒚𝒖𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒍. 𝒊 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒌𝒓𝒖𝒎. 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕.
𝒊 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕.
𝒊 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊'𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅. 𝒂 𝒈𝒖𝒚, 𝒂 𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕. 𝒊 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒎 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒆.
𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇. 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒏𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈. 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚— 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆.
𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕.
𝒊 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒏𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝒊 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆, 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒆. 𝒊'𝒎 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆, 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒅.
𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒎𝒆, 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓. 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒈𝒐 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆. 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆.
"𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒕. 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒕." 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒓𝒆-𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒐𝒇𝒇. 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓, 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚. 𝒘𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖.
𝒊𝒎 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒆. 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏.
𝒊𝒇 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒊𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒖𝒎 𝒃𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒑𝒊𝒆— 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒊 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒊𝒆— 𝒊 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖.
— 𝒎𝒂𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓
maeve folded the parchment and slipped it into an envelope— but instead of sending it off, she tucked it in the front-pocket of her carry-on, deciding to just give it to hermione in person instead. it was better than her talking.
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lara's notes just a quick disclaimer !!
i'm going to try my best to convey and explain maeve's emotions throughout the rest of the chapters and how she deals with her brother's death, but please note— i am not in any way an expert on mental health, or anything like that, i'm just going to try and write it as if i was in her situation— which i never have been in ( i have not experienced such a loss of a sibling, but a few other losses ) i will try to touch on it lightly every so often, but i want to focus on maeve and hermione's relationship, and how they help each other through this :))
also, there's gonna be a party chapter soon, so get excited for that ig 🙄🙄🙄 and i do not encourage underage drinking but there's gonna be some so wtv 😩😩😩💪💪
and maybe some "😏😏" moments