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Sitting by the windowsill, I pressed my hand on the translucent glass and felt the coldness enter my body.
I wasn't feeling cold, I was cold.
Circumstances had changed, reality fell upon me, and maybe this was what Dumbledore warned me about.
Betrayal.
Cold, painful, blood-sucking betrayal.
Mysha had been my only acquaintance the entire break. And I was meaning to continue that the entire year.
"You don't need friends. You need truth."
That's what she told me and that's what I believe in, for, it's the ugly yet beautiful fact about life.
My brother, Oliver, looked at me and sighed. He has the luggage in his one hand and his owl in another. It was his last year in this school. He wanted to make the most out of it.
"Live in the moment, don't worry too much." I smiled.
"Yea." He mumbled, forcing a smile.
We both knew that we were faking smiles and masking ourselves with lies. But that seemed right for the meantime, so we kept shut.
"It's your fifth year, darling? Aren't you excited?" My mom came exclaiming, leaving a small peck on my forehead.
