k first attempt at writing second person so :/

thanks emy and dessie for betaing and ana for offering

for the speed challenge (which i failed) prompt: anger

word count: 229 by google docs


You break your wand two days after the war. It's hard to do, but you persist. You're done. You survived for the first eleven years of your life without magic, and you're certain you can survive the rest of it without it.

You hate it.

Magic made you hated. Magic made you resent your parents. Magic made you hunted by your own classmates. Magic killed your brother.

You go and make your life in the hustle and bustle of London, and you're always scared when you think you see a past classmate; so you walk faster, running away from your old life. You've left that all behind and you will keep on leaving it behind.

Whenever you see something bad in the news, you immediately panic and have to calm yourself down, because he can't be back. He isn't. He isn't.

You remember your brother every day, and you cry. You still own the hundred and hundreds of pictures he took. You hate the moving ones, but you can't bear to part with them.

You still have nightmares of the flashing lights going everywhere. You still have nightmares of green light engulfing your brother. You still have nightmares of only you mourning him.

You're not even sure if your parents know about his death. They must have been told, but it wasn't from you.

You've pushed them away, too.