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'𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍', that word echoed across my mind as I was lying in my bed. The lights were off, everyone was fast asleep, today was a hectic day so we went to bed early. I looked at my watch, it had just struck 12:00, It was officially March 22 and I had turned seventeen.
At first my mind really wasn't responding and I was just zoned out until I realised that next year around this time we would have completed our first revision for N.E.W.T.s.
I had only one year of school life left and it had gone by quicker than I had expected. From now on I'll be able to legally use magic outside school, a new responsibility for holding great power and using it wisely and cautiously.
I remember when I used to think growing up would be so cool, having responsibilities, but right now I just wish I could go back to having my 12 hour naps. I turned to my left to see Lorcan's peaceful face lost in his dreams. I don't understand how he's so carefree, doesn't he fear the future?
I sighed and shifted my gaze back to the ceiling. The weight of it all felt heavier tonight—being seventeen. I closed my eyes, hoping my wound would go off to sleep, but my mind kept wandering. Memories of the past six years swirled in my head—our first train ride to Hogwarts, our Sorting, the laughter in the common room, late night out at the dorm and the endless hours spent studying in the library.
I feel I wasn't grateful enough, grateful for everything I've had in my life considering the fact that in two or three more years I was going to be alone, living in some old hostel, broke and lost. Why am I being emotional?
A sense of overwhelmingness passed me followed by numbness. I closed my eyes tight as my mind pondered a never ending list of questions. 'What's the purpose of living? What's the purpose of life?'. Honestly, it's an answer I've been searching for ages...
-THE MORNING-
I looked at myself in the mirror as I adjusted my hair absentmindedly. I was wearing my brand new my black turtleneck and blue jeans. I had quite a morning, I was brutally woken up by my abusive roommate, Val and then everyone just started screaming like absolute morons as they were throwing confetti made out of the torn pieces of our transfiguration answer scripts which 75% of the class had failed in. Half of the class cheats and yet there are such high failure rates.
