Teardrops are silent.
Dust collects at the bottom of my opened bottle. The term has ended, allowing me time alone on campus. I spend it in my room, advising myself that it's the best way to recover.
I turn my back to the worthless potion and slump beneath my window. I wave my wand to open it, feeling particularly lazy.
I've often wondered if Lily can hear me. It would be best if she couldn't. I am sure she would be offended by now.
I offer her one teardrop. And without my notice, the doe has escaped from my wand.
