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࣪𖤐 Y6 | 1 . Pygmy puff

KIDS — CURRENT JOYS
'Oh I'm just a kid.'
'I'm no longer a kid.'

Cassie sits on the edge of her bed, re-reading the letter from her friends. It's been four months since they sent it, yet she can't stop thinking about it. She wasn't surprised that Draco chose not to say anything— she was surprised that the others did. Mattheo's words were the ones that made Cassie cry. She really wishes she didn't have to send that letter. She misses them more than anything.

But she can't let that affect her. After all, her mental health is ten times better than it was. Remus has improved too, really. He still has those days where he doesn't want to get out of bed or do simple tasks, but Cassie is patient enough to let him mourn. She knows what it's like to have to really push yourself just to do the simplest of tasks.

Cassie gets up and tucks the letter away in a small compartment of her Hogwarts trunk. She then opens the letter with handwriting that could only be deciphered as Andromeda Tonks'.

Dearest Cassie,

I hope all is well. I've sent over a box of quills so you don't need to worry about getting any in Diagon Alley this week. I don't know what ink you use so I apologise for not sending any. I bet you're excited to go to Diagon Alley though, yes? With the Weasley Twins new shop open, I reckon it'll be bustling!

That goes without mentioning everything in the news recently. I do hope you try not to read too much of it. It's one of those things where when you start reading, you can't stop. I especially struggle with reading it— with Bella's name all over the paper, it's not the easiest thing. But I wouldn't expect you to understand. It's something I like to keep rather close to my chest.

I saw Sirius last night, did you? He looks even brighter now, isn't that weird? I've never noticed his pure brightness until now. He's almost as bright as Regulus, and that's saying something. He always did manage to outshine his little brother somehow.

Speaking of brothers, how are you doing with your own? I know you mentioned in our last letter that it's been two years now, yet you can't stop thinking of him. I hope you realise that's completely normal, love. From what you, Sirius and Remus have told me about Cedric, I know he meant a great deal to you. Grief doesn't have a time limit or a cap— it's a gradual thing and we all handle it differently.

Let me know if you need anything else and I'll send it as soon as I can. Almost time for school now! Try not to worry about it too much? Yeah? I'm always just a letter away, love, don't forget.

Lots of love,
Andy xx

Over the past few months, Andy has been sending constant letters to Cassie, Harry and Remus. Cassie is beyond grateful for her— it gives her a great sense of relief to know there's family out there that will take her or Harry in if things were to go sideways. But, Cassie is doing okay at home with Remus. It's quiet nowadays but she finds comfort in that. Silence is good sometimes.

It's August thirtieth, meaning that the day after next, Cassie will be on the train back to school. She's not particularly nervous, she just really doesn't want to go back. She barely even managed to look Mattheo in the eye last term— how is she meant to for another two years? As long as she has Enzo, she'll be fine, but it goes without saying that they both miss their best friends.

Cassie heads downstairs to see her dad watching television in the living room. Remus and Sirius absolutely loved watching television in the evenings. Now, Remus watches it by himself.

Cassie leans against the doorframe and picks up a copy of the Daily Prophet. DEATHEATERS DESTROY DIAGON ALLEY AND STRIKE FEAR THROUGH LONDON. Cassie sighs and reads further. There's something in the air at the moment— something bad. The clouds seem to be darker and the grass a duskier green. Cassie gets the chills every time she steps out of her house. Voldemort is on the move and now that the Ministry are aware of it, they're lost on how to handle it all.