This is written for The Golden Snitch; Through The Universe!
South, Castelobruxo!
8. Apastron — (word) estranged
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Harry Potter stood in the entranceway to the Great Hall at Hogwarts. Dinner had already been served, but once again, he was late. Looking in, he couldn't actually bare joining them. Most were laughing and joking with their friends and fellow housemates. Some were quietly eating, but would still let a smile slip every so often.
He couldn't stand being here, but he knew in order to move on with his life he needed too. Even Ron and Hermione looked to be getting on just fine without him. How could they stand to eat when not even five months ago, dead bodies were littered along the ground. Death and despair and destruction had wreaked havoc though the castle, but here everyone was: living life and being carefree and joyous.
No matter where he looked, all he saw was bloody bodies, giants breaking down walls, he still even saw flashes of Voldemort.
Turning away, he decided he'd spend another night down in the kitchens, at least they managed to act mopey whenever he was around. Maybe it would be better off for him to stay estranged to everyone else.
It certainly made things easier.