❛ASTERIA EDWARDS was your average, typical eleven-year-old child stuck in a pandemic with her mother Isabella Diggory until she found out where she truly came from.. and where she truly belonged...❜
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harry potte...
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'Love, Sophie.'
The last letter crumpled completely in her hand, the sweat from her palms smudging the ink ever so slightly. The rest of them laid scattered around her.
'What happened? You never showed up at school.'
'About Isabella.. is it true?'
'Are you okay? Please, give me an answer.'
'Ria, write something!'
'I can come visit anytime you like. Or stay, if you want.'
'It'll be no trouble. No trouble at all. Just say the word and I'll come running to you.'
'Or if you don't wanna stay there.. if it feels too lonely, just come here. I'm sure Grandpa and Grandma won't mind.'
'Mum and Dad heard about what's going on. I can't tell if they're mad or concerned.'
'I'm freaking out here. You're not answering. Blaise and his mother have gone into hiding because she doesn't wanna get dragged into any mess with You-Know-Who. And have you heard anything from Theo?'
'At least, tell me where you are! Or are you too scared that I'll show up there and slap the hell out of you for senselessly drowning yourself into misery?'
'Ria, my love, a lot of shit's going on, right now. And you're not helping. I'm ready to listen to you, I'm all ears even if they bleed off. Just talk to me!'
'That's it for me, I guess. I'm getting dragged to New York, where my parents live. I don't wanna go. I don't wanna leave when I know what will be going on here. I'd rather fight alongside you.'
'I don't care if you're ready or not, I'm finding you and I'm coming to meet you.'
She had written so many letters, and not one had been opened before this moment. Ria had refused to. She refused to submerge Sophie into her life any more than she already was.. or anyone else.
And as she thought about it for the past thirty minutes, she had given in and taken another sip of the Draught of Peace.
She'll stay away. She'll stay safe.
Safe. Right. That's all I want. I want her to be safe. I want all of them to be safe. I want—
Though the loneliness at her heart contradicted everything her mind declared. And she cursed at the feeling, telling it to shut its mouth and shove itself in some room where no one could hear its whining.
No one cares. You aren't important.
With a huff of determination, she gathered all the letters off the floor. She walked to her desk where the rest of them were and began looking through the names. Sirius, Remus, Molly, Blaise— she separated his letters from the heap.
