[𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖆]
(Aj) Unrelenting and deadly;
involving loss of divine grace
or spiritual death.
❝This is the story of becoming a hero the hard way.❞
The Prisoner Of Azkaban - The Deathly Hallows
Started - 30 December 2020
Finished - ??
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"𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺."
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"𝐎𝐊 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊, 𝐂𝐀𝐍 you tell me what really happened now they've gone?" Madam Pomfrey asked Cassiopeia as she sat in the chair next to Cassiopeia's hospital bed.
Once her friends took her to the hospital wing Madam Pomfrey checked her over and Cassiopeia made up an excuse to why she almost fainted.
"I'm not sure what you mean Poppy?" Cassiopeia replied, causing madam Pomfrey to smile slightly at the girl calling her Poppy, like her father had done years ago.
"It's your 'powers' isn't it?" Madam Pomfrey elaborated, "You can tell me. I helped Remus when he was at school with it."
"But I'm not a werewolf."
"But that doesn't mean I can't help. I'm a healer, it's my job to know as much as I can about these things, and while it's not a lot, I know more than most others." Madam Pomfrey said.
"It's hard to explain, and you'll think I'm crazy." Cassiopeia sighed, fiddling with her sleeve.
"I can assure you I won't."
Taking a deep breath Cassiopeia thought over the benefits of telling her. It would be good to tell someone, to get it off her chest, and maybe she could help.
But what if she didn't know, didn't know what was wrong or how to help. What is she really did think she was crazy? What if she was a lost cause?
But she could help.
She needed to tell, to talk, to open up a door and let the light in. To conquer the darkness that lingered everywhere.
So she told her. She explained everything. The dreams, the feelings, the death and darkness.
It felt like a weight being lifted from her shoulders, a sense of relief.
And while Madam Pomfrey hadn't known the exact answer, she still helped.
