Scarlet
I didn’t look hard enough. I should have been able to find something. I mean, I’m not as dumb as they all think. I thought back then that she might be there somewhere a...a...I’m sorry, I just needed a second. I thought she might still be alive. I was hoping. I don’t think I can forgive that Malfoy guy for dragging me out of that hall. I don’t think I’ll forgive myself for going with him. He’s a twig. Even I could summon a stiff enough breeze to knock him away. I could have fought more. And I didn’t and...another reason not to want to live in reality. I’m not as dumb as they think. I know she’s dead. I know Lawrence Frisk killed her and I know I could never dream of doing the hero thing so I don’t say it. I’m not going to avenge you sweetheart. I’m sorry. You should still be here. You should still be reading to those kids....hell, have one of those kids. Being a mom isn’t as tragic as being a young dad and it doesn’t count if you adopt anyway. That’s cool. Or, I don’t know....you should be in Bali or Peru, having adventures. You should just be, You should be because you were so young and I know people die every day, but they aren’t supposed to be people I like. It’s not supposed to happen,you know? I don’t live a charmed life anymore, Claire-lette. It’s all your fault.













