Chapter One: Remember Me
"We are gathered here today to commemorate the tragic losses of…." And here we go again, the same all the time. It's been two years already. You can see the tired and numb expressions of the people who've already been through this so many times and just wished to be over it already. It bored me to tears to sit through this time after time regardless of the fact I have nothing better to do.
The war was already over so why can't they just let it go? The speech seemed to go on for hours as they droned on and on about the bravery and greatness of the fallen witches and wizards. But what's so great about someone who's died before the whole thing ended? Because I don't see it, was it because they contributed to obtaining peace? Or was it because they actually gave a shit about the people around them and the future concerning them?
But I was just like them, way over my fucking head thinking I could change it all, actually be worth shit remembering. And now I pay the price for my over-confidence, not that I'm complaining….okay maybe I am, but it's not all that bad really.
"I knew her well through the time she was still with us, we were very close" I smirked at that, it seems his English has gotten a lot better since the war ended, his ego and his sense for exaggeration seemed to have bloated as well. It's weird to even see him here, but for some odd reason this damaged school decided "Hey! Since we have nothing better to do why not gather the schools together to dance and sing about dead people"
"We'll always remember you, Hermioninny"
I snorted, seems like he still can't get my name right.
So much for an honorable mention.