Instead of celebrating your victory, you came to me.You said
You regret catching the snitch.
You said, you wanted me to win.
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dear diary; reg. black
Fanfictionwhere a girl writes in her diary *tw: abuse, cutting, depression*
Part 48
Instead of celebrating your victory, you came to me.You said
You regret catching the snitch.
You said, you wanted me to win.