"𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒄𝒐"
"𝒊 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆"
in which Juliet Reed has a fatal heart condition and finally finds someone to live for in her crazy world of magic and death
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in which Juliet Reed, a dying girl, meets Remus L...
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"who knew it would be an angel to set the world on fire?" ↳☠︎↴
'I was born with a heart condition that my doctors thought would take care of itself over time as I grew. But it didn't. I remember vividly when I was running in the house from my older brother, who was one year my senior, and he cut me of in the hallway from the bathroom connected to my parents room, scaring me so bad it triggered a heart attack.
After that it would be small things, things that gave me anxiety, like the loud sounds of silverware scratching plates, or dropping something when my family was asleep, that would trigger smaller heart attacks.
I didn't realize the severity of it until I was twelve. I was in potions class with my peers and some of the 7 and 6th years. I had dropped one of my ingredients on the floor and got embarrassed, when I noticed that one of the 7th years were looking as I dropped it. I panicked, scared of being judged and somehow dropped more things. A boy, who I learned was named William, chuckled at me. I felt my heart that was already racing from embarrassment, start to beat even faster as pain shot throughout my chest.
William, without me noticing, and got down trying to help me pick everything up, when he saw my face and called for the professor to come. I was rushed to Madam Pomfrey, and had the most severe heart attack I had ever had at that point. She still claims to this day that if William has never reached down to help me and saw me, I would have died.
So much for being something I would outgrow.
I will write more tomorrow, - Juliet'
↳☠︎↴
Juliet sat at the dining table with her journal in front of her. Next the journal was a plate covered in fruit and a sandwich. The girl sighed and put her journal back in her bag, and started eating from her plate. Lunchtime was alway her favorite time of the day. Most house tables were completely scattered with small groups of friends, a soft buzz of chatter coming from the surroundings, and the nice sunshine that came through the enchanted ceiling that match the outdoors.
Juliet had a few simple friends, the girls she shared a dormitory with, but besides that there really wasn't anybody else she talked to. The only way she could put it was she preferred it this way. The less people she was close with, the less their would be to have to grieve her. She didn't pick up that mentality until last year though. The only person she was ever close with was her older brother. He was her best friend. But, his death came sudden, and young.
Her grieving was extreme. It left her alone. Her childhood home became a place where her bed was and nothing more. And her already rocky relationship with her parents was shattered to pieces. After that, she felt that no one should have to feel what she went through.
Juliet was pulled from her thoughts when four Gryffindor boys walk into the Great Hall laughing loudly. She knew their names. Everyone did. But that didn't mean she cares. Rolling her eyes she went back to her lunch.
