It sounds extremely hard, really. The whole 'Getting over someone' bullshit. Well, I'm here to tell you it is as hard as everyone says.
I'd thought I'd forgotten him over the summer. Mum had insisted we'd moved to a different county, so we did and I didn't have to see his face every time I go to buy milk for Mum.
Ignoring his letters was the worse part, too. The ones, pleading forgiveness, and the others getting angry at me for not replying. On and one it goes, begging to frustration, begging to frustration. Its enough to drive anyone mental, really.
Parts of me were longing to reply back, but my utterly forgiving parts were no match for my stubbornness. Mum always said thats the best part of me, and the most ruthless.
He shouldn't have said that. End of story. It's like in the muggle world, where you shouldnt say the 'N' word. Mudblood. Dirty blood, common blood. All nicknames, see? What difference does it make? Calling me a mudblood makes me proud! Proud to show that I can beat any pureblood like Sirius Black anyday. Proud to know that I can hex James Potter into oblivion with my eyes closed! Proud to know I got the prefect badge while people like Peter Pettigrew can barely stay in school.
My point is, it all comes back to the same point. I'm muggle born. Not a trace of magical blood runs through my veins, yet I've got all these achievements that people can only dream of. Snape knows what he's missing, all right. His letters prove it.
As for that James Potter, nothing infuriates me more then that idiot. Notorious for rule breaking, theifing and brawling, he annoys the shit out of any sane being. His highest detentions served in a month was nineteen.
As for his record of detentions so far, Filch has a whole filing cabinet of documents recording their crimes for the past five years. Oh, how he infuriates me.
So this year, I'm determined to keep my head down. I want to focus on my education and ignore itches like James Potter and Sirius Black.
I'll never forgive him (Severus, that is). I know he wont ever forgive himself either. He knows he fucked up. The amount of pleading letters he has sent me, you wouldn't imagine.
Onto the subject of letters, James Potter hasnt sent me a single one. I'm not bothered and honestly prefer it this way, I'm just confused.
Over all the holidays, his letters used to be as soppy as Sev's are now. 'Dear Lilykins (An unfortunate nickname Remus Lupin gave me, it stuck, sadly),
I hope you are having the most wonderful day! Can you believe this is the sixteenth time I've wrote to you in a fortnite?'
How pathetic.