Capsulizing History Errand

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Emma was concerned and looking around, trying to fnid some kind of clue about what to do with her scroll. She had tightened her hand on it a few times, before loosening it quickly, not wanting to damage the parchment, but Emma thought there had already been some damage done by her clenching hands. Honestly, she didn’t understand why she was so frozen. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, maybe some kind of overwhelming feeling but all she knew was that even as surprised as she was to hear her name be called, she was sort of relieved. Having seen out of the corner of the eye the person who had called her name she tried to place their face, and blond hair, but she couldn’t seem to do so. They did look somewhat familiar but in that way that you’ve seen someone in passing.

Honestly, maybe she had just seen them around the castle but Emma wasn’t sure about their name.
She raised her hand in a mini-wave and slowly made their way over, realizing that someone else was nearby and conversing with the person she thought had said her name. “I’m sorry, were you calling my name?” Emma didn’t really want to continue speaking until she received confirmation because she wasn’t one hundred percent certain that they had been calling her name. After all it wasn’t like Emma was wholly unique, but it was better than looking around in some kind of panicked confusion.

Taking a break, Emma decided to be brave, at least a little bit. Turning so she wasn’t just facing the blond but also talking to their friend? Emma wasn’t sure the relationship there but they seemed to know each other at least. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think I know either of your names? I’m Emma as you obviously know.” The last comment was directed to the blond who had called her name.

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𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝐹𝓊𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝒮𝑒𝓁𝒻,

𝒲𝑒 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝒶 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝒶𝓅𝓈𝓊𝓁𝒾𝓏𝑒 𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎 𝓈𝑜 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓁𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇. 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓇𝒹 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝑅𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃𝒸𝓁𝒶𝓌. 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝑜 𝒻𝒶𝓇. 𝐻𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓈.

𝒪𝓃𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝒷𝓊𝓈𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝒹𝒾𝑒𝓈. 𝒟𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃. 𝒮𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓂𝓅𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝒹𝒾𝑒𝓈.

𝒮𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒷𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓅𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝒻𝒻 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓁𝒾𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓇𝓎 𝒷𝑜𝑜𝓀𝓈. 𝒟𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝒹𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓈 𝒾𝓉 𝑔𝑒𝓉𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓃𝑜 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑔𝓃𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝒾𝓃.

𝒮𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓈 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒷𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑒𝓈. 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓉𝓇𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝑜𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓏𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒.

𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑒𝓁𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝒲𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒟𝓎𝓁𝒶𝓃 𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝒟𝓊𝓇𝓂𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝓊𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒. 𝒪𝓁𝒹 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃.

𝒯𝓇𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊.

𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻,
𝒟𝒶𝓂𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒲𝒽𝒾𝓉𝑒.

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Blue in English, Red in Korean

Kim acknowledged but didn't comment on her capsule addition for which she was grateful. Eun-ji didn't really want to go into details regarding her dream that was not meant to be. Least of all here among all the other students. “I see...” the witch followed his example as he explained what he decided to bury. It was cute. Exactly something she would have done during her first year at Hogwarts. “I wonder if you'll even remember them in 10 years’ time.” It was not a question. She just knew now that people came and went. All those she considered closest to her back then eventually either left or found a different kindred spirits. Eun-ji didn't blame them. She wasn't exactly a ray of sunshine at the moment.

“Mine? They are the same as always. My mother says I'm getting boring at this point.” She shrugged as she answered Kim's next question. Surely, Charles told him she was a straight 'O' student? He did enjoy teasing her about it. One would assume at least her parents would be proud and they were for the first two years but now they didn't even bother to ask her. “Just tell us when you get anything else, okay? I'd be curious to see what finally broke your streak.” Her mother told her before she left for Hogwarts this year. It was a bit rude to be honest but she didn't study for her parents' benefit so she didn't pay much attention to it. “What about you? Any subjects you are struggling with?”

Before the conversation could progress further, the young girl Kim called over joined the pair. Soo they don't even know each other? Eun-ji deduced, somewhat confused by Kim's actions. It appeared she had forgotten what it was like to be helpful to other students even when they were strangers. She didn't really do that anymore unless they were in danger of some sort. The Ravenclaw nodded but didn't introduce herself. She had no interest in making new connections. Unfortunately for her, the boy did it for her. Eun-ji wasn't necessarily happy about that but it didn't bother her enough to be angry with him either.

Sighing the witch looked around for the last time. “Well...you kids have fun. I've done what I came for.” There was no reason for her to stay and talk to Emma whom she didn't know and didn't plan to change that. Kim was charming...he could keep her entertained. Speaking of which...“I'll see you around Kim. If you need anything or want to talk, you know where to find me.” Indeed, it would not be hard to find her for anybody that knew her at least a little bit. She either studied in the library, practiced ballet in the ballroom or went to draw somewhere outside if the weather was nice. Kim knew that by now and in any case, they would see each other at least once a week during the club meeting. He would be fine.

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House Colours: Ravenclaw

Piérre fiddled with the item he intended to put into the time capsule that was going to be buried in the Courtyard of Hogwarts. Wrapped about his neck was a bronze and navy blue scarf, a tie of matching coloration peeking out of a grey vest harlequinned with blue which itself lay over a white, somewhat dressy, shirt.

At this point in his life, what with the studies of magical and muggle history alike, the boy was painfully aware that for the most part history was written by the victors, those voices that mattered the most or spoke the loudest over those around them. The voices of the losers were crushed into dust; the little man left to his own devices, destined to clean the destruction and desolation that the conquistadors left in their wake. It was often be subjugated or die for those few survivors, regardless of the words they held silent in their heads, those thoughts that they could not speak for fear of retribution.

But that did not mean that they were entirely mute. They had a champion at the end of things, a witness to their plights and the best interests of the ones who lorded over them. A strange being between worlds who played for both, rooted for both, but who relied on neither to earn his bread. A being who spoke in riddles and jests, poking fun with hidden wisdom that challenged the normalcy of everyday life, that insinuated change, who was the catalyst but never the spark. Gasoline on a fire, but nothing without the lighter. A speaker of those hidden thoughts and wishes and dreams and plights.

Those words, those actions, were spoken and brought to light though the king's fool.

A glimmering, twinkling light that belonged to neither side but spoke for both. An untouchable master of genius and idiocy.

A title that while Piérre had bequeathed upon himself on a whim, he had found was becoming his truest form of himself. His tricks had become a tad less lighthearted as of recently; the recent turmoils and sudden shattering of all that the boy had considered normal begin to crush down on him on all sides, pressing him down, pinching and twisting him like a key that didn't fit the lock it was intended for. It was supposed to be enough to cripple anyone, bring them down to their knees and shatter them from the inside out.

But not Marchonné. Not the Jester. For, as the universe seemed to make abundantly clear, as Piérre idly catapulted a spoon of mashed potatoes at a random student regardless of house at mealtimes, as he ambushed younger students from behind a suit of armor with a sudden Curse of the Bogies, as he teased, pestered, and shot spitballs at "targets" in the classroom or at other classmates, chaos was sublime and would not cease for anyone. When all was darkness and turmoil, when humans overran and devoured the weaker of their kind, the moon, the fool, became more powerful than any daylight.

Because during the night, the people needed the light more. They needed to see that which they had a propensity to turn a blind eye to.

Piérre's hair, now a bright bubblegum pink, ruffled and floofed in a way that suggested casual and careless innocence, was combed back by a nervous hand whose palms and fingers were crisscrossed with their pale, barely visible scars. His hand trailed to his neck, scratching at the duckfluff there that was its natural chestnut brown. He bit his lip as he tried to make himself invisible among the people. There was a chance that they recognized him as the tricky boy who was fond of a less than tasteful prank. Maybe they had seen him in different colors than the ones he wore now. Maybe he was a complete stranger.

Maybe that would be for the better.

The boy who didn't exist until he couldn't be ignored anymore.

Until he forced them to pay attention.

With a small nod to the professor who had the box, Piérre dropped a single item along with a piece of paper with scribbled words on it.

It was a four-sided dice, pointed on each corner so that when dropped one point would stand up like a caltrop.

In the past this dice had been a source of silly entertainment, the thing that had helped the kid determine his wardrobe on a day to day basis. A joke. A humorous gaffe that didn't have to be serious.

But of course, Piérre's little 'joke' had become no longer a silly little oddity of his, a cause for students to look twice or scratch their heads when they saw him. It had rather become a survival tactic. Another way for him to vanish into a crowd, and stay that way too.

And on the paper, which he had Epoximise'd to the dice, spoke a quote that he was curious as to if it would resonate to anyone who dug up this capsule. If it would even be a quote that resonated with himself anymore.

It's not doing the thing we like to do, but liking the thing we have to do that makes life blessed.

-- Johann Goethe

Well... Only time would tell.

Serena leaned back against the hard wall. She had sat down on the floor, with no regard for her clothing as she listened to the professor speak. There were a fair few students around but Serena did not engage with anyone. In fairness, most of them were people she did not know well or could not put a name to - though she did notice the odd familiar face. Bringing her knees up, she sat there as she watched others for a bit. The professor had asked them to put in one item of something that represented them but she had no idea where to even begin. What represented her? Broom Racing? Perhaps that could work but she did not intend to put a broom in it. Perhaps she could relive her seeker days and find a golden snitch to put instead but... it did not seem right.

The question was not what represented her. The real question was what did she want someone in ten years to know or find? That was the question she needed to answer. In ten years' time, she did not really care if someone knew if she was a former seeker or broom racer or not. If she went professional in either of the sports, perhaps they would know. But if she did not, then did it really matter anyway? Her legacy was not her enjoyment of either sport.

But the truth was... she did not have a legacy. There was nothing remarkable about her. Nothing that summarised who she was or convinced people that she was interesting. But she did not need to convince people that she was something she was not. It did not matter to her if they thought she was boring. She was what she was and convincing people otherwise was simply a waste of time and energy. Besides, it was not like she would ever meet them.

"Watcha think, buddy? Perhaps I should put a picture of you in it," She teased as she gently stroked the top of Pizza's head, as he had moved himself to sit on her knee. Pizza Rat did come with her everywhere she went - well, almost everywhere. And he certainly represented her. Where he was, she would follow. But it was still not what she wanted to add. She did not care if others knew about her having a pet rat called Pizza or not. It did not matter if they knew or not.

Serena could see others going up and putting their items in, though she did not know what they were. People were deciding far quicker than she was. Finding something to represent her was doable but it just did not seem right. She wanted something... meaningful.

Leaning her head back, she looked up to the skies looking for the clouds for a few minutes as her mind pondered on the matter. If she could speak to someone in ten years, what would she want to tell them? To stay safe? Perhaps, if Hogwarts was still around then. Her mind flooded back to the memories that had been made and the recent news articles. There was danger everywhere but she was also pretty sure it was getting better. Or perhaps, she was just more capable to deal with it.

It then hit her. The recent news. There had been a lot of hatred for people like her. People who were not fully human. 'Half-breeds' as they were. Grabbing a piece of parchment from her bag, she started to scribble over it. Around the border, there were some quick sketches. They were not detailed, by any means, as she did not want to give away all of her designs or make it obvious who had done this. She also did not have hours to spend on this, so quick simple sketches seemed to be ideal. By the end of it, there was a shield in the top left corner, followed by a hammer, and then a necklace in the top right. It continued to include a sword, a helmet, some knee pads, a pair of boots, some rings and so on until the entire edge was covered by these sketches.

In the middle of the parchment, there was a small amount of space that was left blank. Here, Serena wrote a short message. This letter for the future student who ended up reading this.

Dear You,

I don't know how much Hogwarts will have changed by the time you read this letter. But right now, the times ahead are uncertain. I wake up in fear every day that, one day, people like me will suddenly be kicked out of the school for absolutely no reason. Society is already threatening to take away our wands. Perhaps, by the time you read this, Hogwarts will not allow people like me to join. I truly hope that I am wrong. I hope that this never happens.

But if it does, know that Hogwarts will have been worse for it. The world will be worse for it. Some of the best people to currently walk these school grounds are people like me. People the world calls half-breeds. Did you know that the first Hexwizard Champion of Hogwarts was a Dhampir? No? I know him. He's pretty damn amazing.

I don't know what the future holds. But I do know that, by the time you read this, I will have made some of the most badass armour the world has seen. Armour so magnificent that even those who consider me 'inferior' for my race will be begging me to make them something.

Perhaps that's arrogant of me. But I figure that if I can survive all of the shit that we've been through - including almost dying in my first year of being here, I can survive anything. Hogwarts has made me stronger. And I'll be damned if I let anyone take away our wands.

Love,
Me - The Goblin who will.

Serena stared at the letter. She had no idea where this arrogance came from. She had no idea if she even believed in the words that she was writing but the rage inside of her burned brightly. Of course, she was angry. The fear was consuming her with rage. She did not even know if she would be making armour in ten years' time but it did not matter. A part of her wanted to do this. A part of her wanted to be the person she was claiming she was. She was tired of being seen as inferior, even if she was starting to believe she was. More than that, she was tired of her friends being seen as monsters when she knew full well that they were not. If people thought they could take away their wands without a fight, they were wrong. She would fight.

Her written rant went on for so long that she ended up using the back of the parchment too. A sigh escaped her lips as she stared at it. It was far too long but she did not really care. Perhaps she ought to have added something nicer in there though... She closed her eyes for a moment and thought about what Hogwarts might look like in ten years. Hopefully, she was wrong, hopefully, they would never stop people like her from attending but... that hope was quickly being diminished. If anything, Howard had to show them a half-breed's true strength.

Folding the parchment up before she changed her mind, she place it into a small envelope that she made out of another piece - just to keep it sealed away so no one else could read it. She sealed the envelope by tucking it in but chose to leave it unmarked. With that, she went up to the capsule that had been placed on the floor and put the envelope into it, tucking it under some other items.

Without saying anything - opting to take advantage of the professor's claim that no questions would be asked about it - she stood up and turned on her heel immediately. Grabbing her things - as well as Pizza Rat, who had moved to lie on her bag as she got up - she left the area before anyone else could ask her anything.

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Serena has left the Courtyard

"Dear Rita from the future,
How`s the world going? This is you from the past and I believe when you receive this letter, you have graduated from Hogwarts and found a job to earn yourself some money. How well did you do on your OWL and NEWT exams? Do you have a boyfriend? Do you finally own a pet?
However, regardless of how the world treats you, remember you used to be a lovely and kind little girl. Always be nice and respectful to people around you and keep yourself safe from dangerous people and things. Work hard to achieve your dreams and ignore those who laugh at your ambitions. In addition, pay attention to your health. Eat healthily, exercise often, and do not stay up late frequently. Last but not least, always keep a pleasant mood, look at the bright side of things, and do not forget to enjoy your life besides working hard. Remember, besides being busy with your head down, do not forget to lift your head and look at the sky. In short, stay safe, stay healthy and stay happy.
I really want to know how life is going on with you, so feel free to write a reply reporting your present situation.
Take care,
Rita from the present
2022.6.12

Her hair is red wine colour

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Life is…

Strange, to say the least. Unpredictable. It is like playing the lottery, or opening a present. You don’t always get what you want, and sometimes you can’t do anything about it other than just to accept it, let it sink, and move on.

What is the concept of happiness? Does it mean that you never have to worry about anything anymore? Does it look like the flowers in spring? There was no doubt that Aurora looked so much brighter these days. Her eyes were sparkling, she was excited, all because of a boy. But sometimes she couldn’t help to ask herself, is this happiness? On the opposite side of the door, she was not feeling as great as she seemed. It always hits at night. The phase was always the same, staying up all night, then being restless in class, then when it was finally time to rest, she would sleep for twelve hours, causing her to wake up in the middle of the night. Were those hours of sleep filled with ease? No. The worst feeling was when she knew she was awake, but her whole body refused to acknowledge the order from her brain to move. Breathing was the hardest thing to do at that moment. Of course she would panic, and it got harder, and harder, and harder. Until she tried to relax and let it flow like the river.

Her way to cope was to talk it all out. Sometimes it worked, not always. It wasn’t the cure of everything. Most of the time she would be too embarrassed to say the things that bothered her. No, it wasn’t the right word. Fearful would be more fitting. She feared people would see her as this emotional peculiar kid, a liar, or insane. It would be impossible to talk about what happened with Naomi, a muggle. Or her mother, she’d move her out of this hell school the moment Aurora opened her mouth. As much as she hated Hogwarts, she didn’t want to go. Her friends were there, Winnie, Cash, that girl in the bathroom, and now she got Nicholas. Not in a million years would she take the safe route if it would cost her not seeing them anymore.

She had lists of encouragement when it came to someone else’s struggle. But if it were her own, she never took her own advice. It was easy to say that the world won’t fall if you’re not holding it up. The fear to just let it go was overgrown.

Maybe, just maybe, this errand would help. Bury your past, let it be history, then maybe her future self would make fun of how dramatic she was.

It was Wednesday, the first of June. Not only the change of month, her hair was experiencing some changes as well. What once was platinum blond turned into a deep red wine colour. She had this colour in mind lately, and with a wave of a wand, every strand of the hair coated in a new shade. In her school attire and a little purple-pink suitcase that she brought with her to every class, she walked to the courtyard ready to do this past burying activity. Tons of other students arrived before her, none of them someone that she could recognise. Chitchatting was not something she wanted to do, the faster it’d be the better.

So she sat down and wrote a letter,

Hello future Aurora,

If you are not future Aurora Ranvier, get lost! This isn’t for you. Stop intruding on other people’s privacy!

Okay, now that the fake Aurora is gone, hello future Aurora, future me. Today is June 1st, 2022. How are you? Important question, are you still with Nicholas? You better be! If it makes you happy then I hope you are still with him. I am happy with him, he makes me laugh, my days are so much better. He’s very cool, and I like him so much, but we cannot promise tomorrow, right? Though I really hope this will last.

Lately I have so much in my head, it feels weird because I don’t usually use my brain to think that much. I am worried. I slept too much but I still feel so exhausted. I am not sure what is happening, but this started since the hexwizard announcement. Our lovely cousin is trying to get him killed in a tournament. I know Nick said that it’s going to be just fine, all is well, the security would be the top notch one this time. Part of me is still not buying it. With all that has happened, all that I’ve seen in this school, I really doubt that security is their first priority. If there were a list of things that should be improved, I swear safety would be on the bottom, if anything, not exist. You know what happened to my father, or should I say, our father. One second he was fine, then suddenly he was on that hospital bed. It was something about his brain, I’m actually still not sure. Mum refused to talk about it, but I have my own theory. But anyways, I’m really scared. I don’t want to be helpless like before, I want to help. I’d love to join his team but he said ‘koldovstoretz student only’, like, what? I can definitely act like a koldovstoretz student. He just doesn't want me there, I’m sure of it. He can be a jerk sometimes, but at the same time I don’t want him to get hurt. I don’t believe that bullcrap about ‘magic is the solution of everything’ because it’s not. I don’t remember who said it but there is probably someone out there who believes that’s true. I don’t. I get it that magic cannot cure everything, if that’s the case then no one would die, right? But still, I actually don’t really believe in magic at all. It’s like a blessing and a curse. I’m rambling so much even in a letter, but ANYWAYS, I just don’t want to lose anyone anymore. But at the same time, I cannot do anything about it. Sometimes when I want to cry, I just laugh. Not that I think it’s funny, I don’t know how to explain it. Life is cruel, that’s what I can say so far. I hate hogwarts.

Enough about me, tell me about yourself? Are you doing great? Are you working now? How’s mum? How’s Lucifur? How’s Naomi? I can’t believe I am asking you this, but, how is Josh? Most importantly, are you still alive? But I guess that’s not important because whether you are alive or not, I still cannot read your reply. I just have to find out later, in ten years, when I am 22 or maybe 23. But really, I don’t actually care that much about your jobs, or your house, or how many friends you have, because I am sure you have no friends. Maybe one or two if you’re lucky. I’m kidding, but not really. I just want to know if you’re happy. Are you happy? If you are still the same person as I am today, that question will fill your head for a week. Congratulations. And I am not sorry.

Let me ask you again

Are you happy?

The more awesome version of you,

Twelve year old Aurora Ranvier

Now that it was done, she put the letter inside the capsule and wrote her name on it so she would recognise it in ten years if she has the chance to see it. What would life be like? That is the question she needs to find out later, and one way to do it is to survive.

She will survive.

I will survive.

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