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My name is Faith and I have none.
On the Platform
“Well, you’re just as sweet as ever Val. Really, how can you stand being so kind-hearted and nurturing?”
The End of Avoidance
“Alright, alright. You can beat up any bloke, any day, with both hands tied behind your back. And you’re not beastly. You’re beautiful and delicate like a rose. A rose with thorns. A lot of sharp, vicious thorns.”
Encounter by the Lake
She looked at me skeptically. “…Right. You know, just because I’m Greek, doesn’t mean I’m stupid.”
A Strange Request
Fred ran a hand through his hair. “So, like, I can ask you an… unusual favor and it won’t be weird?”
I rolled my eyes. “Zeke, I realize I may eat more than the average girl, but you, sir, are a bottomless pit. Your stomach is like a black hole.”
“My sister is my everything,” I began, my voice quiet but strong. “Ever since I was born, she was the most important person in my life. I understood her and she understood me.”
Confrontation in the Library
I lifted my head. “How?”
All blokes are a bit creepy at that age. Just look at Hugo. He’s thirteen right now and is a complete freak when it comes to the opposite gender. The kid stole the socks of a girl he fancies and smells them every night.
"Hi, Joy," I whispered.
“Hmm, James Potter. Very attractive and, as Val said, excellent at Quidditch. He’s rather intelligent and kind, if a bit aloof. He also has taken a rather large fancy to Val.”
"Worst of all, though,” Al’s voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, “he asked Uncle Percy about his job! And he was sincere! And interested!”
“I sound like a dying cat when I sing,” James said in a matter-of-fact voice.
“Wow. I must not know my own strength. Or you’re just a wimp. Probably both.”
Jealousy and A Letter
He left with a salute. Al gave me an odd look. “Baker Blaker?”
That was the difference between James and everyone else. Everyone accepted what I said and did at face value. None of my supposed friends questioned me after I ignored them for a week. But not James. He could see me better than anyone else. He understood
“He’s waiting for a letter from his girlfriend,” Albus put in. I glared at him.
A Very Weasley Christmas
James gripped my face between his hands. “Because it’s made you stronger. You may not see it, but you are the strongest person I know. You have put other people’s happiness above your own since you were ten years old.
I looked out over the snow covered gardens, biting my lip. George… knew. He knew exactly how I felt. And here he was, one of the most upbeat, cheerful people I’ve ever met. He’s happily married and has a wonderful family. He lost the person closest to him, his other half, but he was fine.
“You’re a git,” I told him, leaning my head on his shoulder.
“I love you.”
Time passed. It always does. I could feel every agonizing second as it slipped away, cutting into my skin like a million tiny papercuts.
It was James’s shirt. The one he let me borrow when I spent the night in his room. It was only a couple weeks ago, but it felt so much longer. I stared at the back of the shirt, where “Potter” was emblazoned across the back. A familiar pain twisted in my stomach and I set the shirt aside. I missed him.
Shake It Out
The fact of the matter is change is a frightening thing. Once you acclimate yourself to something, even something that’s entirely self-destructive, it’s so difficult to give it up
I finally understood how it truly feels to be happy
I prefer to see it as having a little faith.
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