June 28, 1975
Dear Journal,
I'm on the train ride home right now. Margot is playing Exploding Snap with some boy who was looking for a compartment. I'm just sitting in the corner and writing in my journal.
Reggie didn't talk to me all year long but I didn't talk to him either. It's almost like we don't know that each other exists. Or like we're strangers. And I hate that feeling. I hate that feeling because anytime I hear his laugh, I still recognize it and I still know that it's him.
I don't want us to become strangers. But I like being a Gryffindor and he likes being a Slytherin.
Estella Flint <3
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Meet Me at the Graveyard
Fanfiction"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.
