I touch Ava face but she finches.She's scared of me.
Because of Amos.
I gulp and I walk back to my table.
I look at Ava to see her, drinking a butterbeer with tears in her eyes.
No matter what, she still the most gorgeous person in the room.
Lucius asks me, if I like her.
I told him, why would I like a mudblood.
When I said that my stomach churned.
I look over at Ava's table to find it empty.
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dear diary; reg. black
Fanfictionwhere a girl writes in her diary *tw: abuse, cutting, depression*