Hating myself for someone else’s actions solo finished

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I had no idea what had happened. It was a normal night in January, right after break. I had gone to bed, gotten up and went to breakfast. All in a normal routine. But at breakfast, something was off. Like really off. It was a Wednesday morning, so we had classes. The sneak table was still full of students, but the table felt… quieter. Like something had happened. I had potions after breakfast, so that meant climbing down in the dungeons to take a class that I hated and be with a friend I liked hanging out with.

When I made it to potions, Ava was no where to be seen. I hadn’t spotted her at breakfast, but it wasn’t as if I just searched for her high and low. She could be sick. I told myself. Ava never skipped potions, she always always always came, probably just to talk to me. Which was a good reason if we were being honest.

When work time came around, I made the potion by myself, and listen to quiet conversations around me. I didn’t mind working by myself, because I was in full control, but I got lonely. Very easily. I was only half listening to the conversations around me, but my full attention was grabbed when I heard this.

“Did you hear? Two Slytherins were sent away because one tried to stab a boy? And the other gave the girl a knife. They were both first years too.” The boy said.

“Really? Who were they?” The other boy asked.

“I think the girl who tried to stab the boy was named Ava. She was in this class too.” The boy said.

AVA!?!?!STABBED SOMEONE!??!! WHAT!?!? I didn’t know what to think. Or do.

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After class, I was in a horrible mood. Ava really was gone. I found a empty backpack, journal, pen, blanket, muggle snacks left over from my trip home. Those things were all stuffed into a backpack, and I set off for outside. Once out on the grounds, I unfolded the blanket just enough for me to lay on it. I grabbed the journal and pen and began journaling as I laid on my stomach.

There was nothing else written in the journal. I found a pencil and began stabbing it. I ripped the journal. To shreds. Even the stupid plastic cover and the stupid this journal belongs to page. Once I was all done. I left the pile of shreds next to me as I laid on my back and stared at the sky.