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𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓢𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓾𝓼,
Has the world gone mad?
Seems like it.
I feel sick to my stomach every time
I see another innocent person die because some bloody idiotic group
thinks they are superior.
Today was no exception, of course. Seeing the daily prophet at breakfast made my appetite go away.
Everyone's mood in the table changed. You seem very affected by it.
I hope I didn't made you uncomfortable when I grabbed your hand
to give it a squeeze.
I don't like seeing you sad.
Lily had pushed her food away too,
and Marlene just put her head in Remus' shoulder and Peter looked away. Everyone seem very sad and scared.
I don't want to feel this way.
But it seems that we might have to for some time.
James was the one that saw how
pale I was looking at the people
and put away the newspaper.
❝you alright, Sam?❞
I just looked at him and nodded.
But I wasn't alright, I felt sick and there was nothing I could do.
❝come on, let's go to class❞
Remus told everyone. James and Peter got up as well as the girls.
But you were the one that remained seated. I had to take your arm
to pulled you back to reality,
you flinch but you didn't say anything, you just followed me to class.
I just want to get the images of those poor people that were tortured
out of my mind. I wish I could do something, offer them protection
maybe, but there's no use,
I am no force to reckon with.
I hope people snap out of
this madness and realize that everyone it's equally, no matter their status or condition.
It hurts, Sirius.
It hurts that there's so much evil surrounding us.
It hurts that we have to grow up knowing we might die young.
Goodbye Sirius, I'll see you tomorrow.
𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓵𝔂,
𝓢𝓪𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓱𝓪