Cassie smiled softly as she reread the letter she had written to Hermione. There was a kind of raw honesty in it that she didn't usually allow herself, and for the first time in a while, she felt like she might have done something right. It was strange, this feeling of wanting to connect with someone outside of her usual circle. Hermione, with her unassuming warmth, had a way of making Cassie feel like she wasn't alone. Maybe that was exactly what she needed.
As she walked back to her bed, her eyes drifted to the stack of diaries on her bedside table. Aurie's diaries. Cassie hesitated for a moment, but something inside her shifted. She had been avoiding Aurie for days now, trying to sort through the mess of her own feelings. But there was no escaping the tension. Maybe, just maybe, finding out what Aurie had written would shed some light on the silence between them.
With a sigh, she picked up the first diary and flicked it open. The pages were filled with neat, looping handwriting—Aurie's calm and measured style, each word considered before it was written. Cassie found herself reading quickly, unable to stop, as if the words themselves were pulling her in.
It wasn't just what Aurie had written—it was the thoughts behind them. Cassie could almost hear her voice, gentle and sure, as if she were standing there beside her, telling her things she hadn't dared to say aloud. She couldn't help the bitter twinge of envy that crept up. How could Aurie always be so calm, so steady even when everything felt like it was falling apart?
She turned the page, determined to understand—if not Aurie, then herself.