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ᴅᴇᴀʀ ʜᴇʀᴍɪᴏɴᴇ,

ᴅᴇᴀʀ ʜᴇʀᴍɪᴏɴᴇ,

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ᴅᴇᴀʀ ʜᴇʀᴍɪᴏɴᴇ, 

ɪ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴇᴅ ᴏᴜʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ. ᴛᴜʀɴꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴏ ʙᴀᴅ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ, ɢʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ. ɪ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴏᴡᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴ ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢʏ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ɪ ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ꜰᴇᴡ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ. ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴅɪꜰꜰɪᴄᴜʟᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴛᴏᴛᴀʟʟʏ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴏʀɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ. ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ɢᴇɴᴜɪɴᴇʟʏ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴡᴀʀᴅ, ʙᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ. ᴀʟꜱᴏ, ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴀʏ ɪ'ᴍ ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ꜰᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ᴄᴏᴜꜱɪɴ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ʏᴇᴀʀ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀɴ ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛᴇ ᴛᴏꜱꜱᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴀɢʀᴇᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ. 

ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, 

ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ (?) 

ᴄᴀꜱꜱɪᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ

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.

𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝑫𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒚, 

𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒚. 𝑱𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒖𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 "𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒖𝒑" 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒖𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒚. 𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒔, 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔—𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚? 𝑯𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒚, 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒖𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎. 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒅. 

𝑶𝒇 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝑳𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝑬𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒔. 𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒆, 𝒔𝒐 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒔𝒚𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔. 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝑳𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆. 𝑰 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓, 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕'𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓. 

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆, 𝑷𝒂𝒅𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒖𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑮𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𝑶𝒇 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔. 𝑴𝒚 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒔. 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕, 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕? 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕? 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔. 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎. 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆. 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒆𝒅...

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