l hate this.
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Whose to say that just because l can do magic l'm a witch?
What?
It's a real questions! Magicians can do magic and l don't see them walking around.
Well they can do fake magic but who knows maybe its REAL.
Why am l asking this?
Oh well its because l'm starting to think about going back home.
Hogwarts was fun and don't get me wrong its beautiful here, and the ball... was amazing.
l thought l had finally found confidence in myself.
But that's the funny thing about confidence. It comes, makes you feel all good...
Then BAM!
It runs off and your never sure if it will come back.
That's how l feel, like l felt so confident in myself and now.. blegh.
Even if l went home.. would it be any better?
Dad was really pushing me taking over. But l had no idea how to tell him,
'Dad, l don't want to take over your stuffy, scary and strict business. l hate it, please let me live MY life the way l want.'
Right, that will work SUPER well.
l sigh, and l watch the ripples of the water. Wouldn't it be great to be water? To just peacefully come and go.. travel where you want. l close my eyes and l breathe in the crisp air. l had thought that sitting on the grass would make me feel better. And it kinda is. To think l was willing to give this up a few seconds ago. l shiver as a cold wind passes over me and l tighten my coat around me. Right. l forgot how cold it gets. l open my bag and l take out a pencil l brought from home and a piece of parchment and l doodled, l wasn't a artist but sometimes just drawing helped me tune out the world.
Maybe.. l should stay. I'm sure Mum wouldn't want me to give up.
My grip on my pencil tightened. l missed Mum. Even with her nagging she found a way to make me feel better. A tear drop fell to the paper, then another and another. l sniffed.
l hate this.
Some wounds feel so deep we don't think they'll heal, but when we open our eyes and truly look through the pain we see these three: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.