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Veronica Sawyer had a problem—more like she was the problem.
She had been one to ignore her mistakes and for the longest time, she dedicated her days to avoid what she first thought was the one to put to blame. But as much as she liked not taking the blame for the terrible things that happened in her fourth year at Hogwarts, this didn't exonerate her whatsoever.
With the arrival of Christmas break, she felt that life would finally stop reminding her of all the mess that had been fourth and the first half of her fifth year. Veronica welcomed winter with open arms and loneliness with the biggest smile and for a second she felt like herself again—unbothered, capable of living without human contact, ready to enjoy some quality time for herself and with the need of writing and complaining about Hogwarts and the Wizarding World's absurd hierarchy (from what she liked to distance herself now that she had returned to her home muggle world).
But many things had changed; many things Veronica wasn't aware of because of her blind detachment from the world that surrounded her. A world who had more dangerous and complex problems than hers and the ones from the other reality she was also a part of. Problems she didn't know involved her.
Presents were open the night of the 24th of December, family had gathered, smiles were shared, hugs were given, cousins had fought, drinking songs had been chanted and Veronica hadn't been that joyous in a long time (actually, she probably hadn't been that happy since she enter school and realised that there was something deeper behind coming or not from a family of wizards).
(But she'd gotten used to that feeling by the time Second Year came around.)
It was late on the morning of the 25th of December when her family finally decided that it was time to end the party. Veronica said goodbye to everyone who came, took a sip of the champagne that her parents had left on the kitchen counter while they weren't looking, and proceeded to go to her room.
She fell asleep fast, with her clothes from the dinner and makeup still on. The room was warm and her heavy sleeping didn't allow her to hear her dad entering and saying goodnight to her.
Her parents, she loved her parents. They were pretty oblivious to her problems and the dangers of the Wizarding World, and they never stopped to question the origins of her powers or if the school was trustworthy or not. Her dad was a bit of an idiot but in the best of ways she would say; her mother was the one that would worry about her but not too much.
Suddenly she felt something in her chest, it stung. She closed her eyes harder, she began seeing red.
"Oh, isn't it nice to beable to sleep?" Someone said in a sarcastic tone. It was a girl.
"Isn't it nice to be able to change your fucking outfit when you please? Merlin, I hate being death!"
