𝑬𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒆 : James Potter

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 1

 Trust your intuition. Run.

             Watching myself die was an experience like no other. Uneasiness crept across my skin, trailing goosebumps in its wake. My breath hitches and a drop of sweat dances along my skin, leaving a slightly cool, but comforting, sensation. Its odd what relaxes you in the face of death. 

Run. Get out of there. 

              I cant breathe. My head hurts. Please, just stop. My screams result in a scratchy throat: an itch id never be able to relieve. I don't remember the taste of my last meal, but the salt from my tears will have to do. The floor is hard. My knees ache from kneeling on them as I cry out in agony. I know I am about to die. These are the last things I remember. 

Damn it, Mia. Just run. 

              To abandon everything I've ever known is impossible. A child's dream, really. Although at this point, with what I've experienced, I am hardly a child.  I lack the blissful ignorance. My purity was tainted by those who were supposed to protect it. The mercy of innocence was never granted to me. 

I can't help if you don't listen to me. 

             Death is impatient. We've met face to face before. I slip. My stubbornness towards him is diminishing. He's here to claim what I owe. Its not my life that flashes before me. Its everyone I care about. I cant do this. I don't have the strength to pull myself out of this. Take me back. Please, let me go home. 

Run. 

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 "I don't understand Iris. Our life is perfect right now. Why would she want to ruin a perfectly good thing?" Mia quietly whined.

"Your mom is unpredictable. Crazy even. Its not fair she's stealing you from me." Iris replied. 

"She's being weird about it, though. Ilvermorny is a perfect school for me. I see no reason for me to leave."

"I'm sorry Ms. Heath, Ms. Cordelia. Is there something more important than your education that you may be discussing right now?" The two girls shook their heads. "Don't interrupt this class again then girls." Professor Plinth continued on. 

        As the bell rang, the conditioned students stood from their seats and began to move along. The dry heat Massachusetts offered to its inhabitants in the month of May was never a gift. 

"We've got two weeks before summer. Then I'll rarely see you because I'll be halfway across the world." Mia turned towards her best friend. "Can we please just focus on us enjoying the time we have left together?" 

"Maybe. I can't promise I wont bring it up again," Iris said. 

"I know, I get it. I really don't want to leave any of you." The two girls, practically joined at the hip, were never seen without the other. Since the students were just released from their last class of the day, the two girls made it their tradition to mildly inconvenience people and their lives. 

"I am going to miss you so much when you leave," Iris grabbed her arm as the two made their way over to an unsuspecting corner of campus. The girls would spend the next half-hour magically tying peoples shoes together, unzipping the fly to someone's pants, or tripping a couple students to fall into each other. The best friend's giggled.  It was the type of laugh a baby makes when its mother reveals herself during a game of 'peek a boo.' Mia swore the atmosphere around them felt as light as a feather. She knew to cherish moments like this. For her, they don't happen very often.