Playing With Fire by dreamer13
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Chess, Essays and Ex-friends
I don't do well with stress.
Stags and Wolves and Dogs, Oh My!
I realized after a while that I was walking right towards the Whomping Willow...
His sad eyes wandered everywhere but me, so i took his hands in both of mine and squeezed them.
Words of an Angel
What had I done? Sweet Merlin, what had I done? Had I really attacked and harmed one of my friends? I already hated what I became once a month; now I just loathed myself. I was a disaster, a true monster.
From Bright to Bleak
A unanimous gasp could be heard from my friends, but I remained silent, willing myself to believe that my eyes were lying. Shock registered through me first, but once anger made itself known, it acted quickly.
It was almost as if the world stopped turning for a second. My heart jumped into my throat, rendering me incapable of speech. The most I could force myself to do was nod.
A Different Kind Of Sorrow
There are situations I had heard about on the Wizarding Wireless, situations that are horrifying and depressing, ones that I could never imagine happening to me. This was one of those situations.
I knew that this was the moment where I could finally tell her what she meant to me; how I missed her in my arms, or how her not being with me felt like someone taking away a part of me. I had so much to say, I just needed to figure out how to word it. The only problem was that this girl made me lose my train of thought with a simple glance.
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