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The last task was today. It finally came around, someway, somehow. It felt like yesterday Cedric's name was being pulled out of that Goblet, but here they were.
She had another nightmare that night, but they didn't phase her much anymore. This one was short and simple, she saw grass hedges and watched as the back of Cedric fell to the ground.
"How are you feeling?" Anita said to her that morning as she tied her shoes, matching her socks to the yellow sweater she wore.
Anita loved the color yellow, yet never seemed to wear it because of the way she'd be teased if she did. Some days, Willow thought she should've been sorted into Hufflepuff.
"Which part of me?" Willow replied, staring down at the yellow sweater on her bed. It felt wrong to wear it, especially with the state her and Cedric were in.
It was the same sweater she wore when she was at Catherine's, the one that Cedric looked at her when he held pure love in his eyes, the one that felt desperately difficult to put on at the moment.
"Every part." Anita responded, now brushing her hair and putting a white bow in it. She looked adorable, as she always did, yet Willow tried not to look at her with envy. She didn't have anything to worry about.
"I don't think I want our sixth year to be over." Willow mumbled, sitting herself on the bed. It was probably the craziest year yet, even including the troll that came into the bathrooms.
She also wasn't sure what would come with the new ending and what kind of way it'd be closing out. She didn't want her last year at Hogwarts to come up, she wanted to exist in the same timeline that she was in now.
It was full of surprises, discoveries, and discomfort. She found out a thousand new things about herself and everyone around her. The year revealed alot and changed everything, for better or worse.
Anita hummed as she tied the bow in her hair, studying Willow through the mirror. "It's not over yet," she pointed out. "We still have time."
Willow let out a laugh, but there was no humor in it. "Yeah. Time." That was exactly what she was afraid of.
She had spent so much of it trying to ignore the nagging feeling in her chest, convincing herself that she was just being paranoid, that she was making something out of nothing. But it wasn't nothing. She knew it wasn't. And now there was no time left to pretend otherwise.
Anita glanced at her, frowning slightly. "You know, you don't have to go."
Willow blinked, turning around on the bed. "What?"
