[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 - ??
Theo Not...
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"𝗗𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝗼𝘂𝘁."
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𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐈𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 her quill into the ink one last time before signing the name on front of the letter she had been writing.
She folded the paper up and stood up from her desk, walking over to her owl, Jenny. "Hi." She whispered, scratching the owls neck, "Take this to Theo."
She watched has Jenny hooted and flew out the window, the letter resting comfortably in her beak.
Cassiopeia ran her hands through her hair. She had been stressed the past 3 days since the meeting.
No one had questioned her about what she meant at the end, which she was grateful for, but they would be weary around her, or send her suspicious glances across the table, Moody being the worst.
She sighed slightly, walked back to her desk and opened the top draw. She took out her lighter and a packet of cigarettes, which she hadn't touched in a couple months.
She glanced at her window, which led out to the roof of the house, and climbed out of it, sitting on the roof.
She lit the cigarette and rested it between her lips as she tried to direct her mind away from her problems.
She nervously waited for Theo's letter, not knowing what it was like at his home.
She had reinstated her offer after they made up and got extremely nervous every time she thought about him being at that house.
They sent letters everyday, yet his seemed to be getting shorter and less detailed.
It worried Cassiopeia, how could it not, Theo, her best friend of 5 years, her boyfriend, was acting different, even if it was just in letters.
She remembered what Harry had told her before the end of the school year:
"Cass, you believe me don't you? About Voldemort being back." Harry asked nervously.
"Of course, why?" Cassiopeia responded.
"The death eaters, who were there, you might want to know."
