September 2, 1973
Dear Journal,
It's midnight right now and I'm the only one awake. I waited until Margot fell asleep to start writing.
I saw Reggie yesterday. After the start-of-the-year feast, I walked up to him. I said hi to him. I asked how he was doing. His friend Barty told me that I'm not allowed to talk to him because I'm a Gryffindor. I told him that's not his choice.
Reggie said, "I can't talk to you, Flint."
He's never called me by my last name before. Most of the time he had called me Ella, the nickname he gave me when we were little. My heart hurts. It feels like someone is grabbing my heart and squeezing it painfully.
Estella Flint <3
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Meet Me at the Graveyard
Fanfictie"I would much rather go in there alone than run the risk of bringing you into that hell!" "Regulus, please." Pleading was the only thing I could do. But I knew he had already made up his mind.
