B r o k e n Sp e c t r u m

(Said by Ariana Dumbledore and typed by Cuban Sombrero Gal)

Black is a yucky colour, and definitely not pretty. I see it lots, 'cause Mama used to take me outside at night. I never go out now, because Al always has his head in a book and Abe doesn't like me going out at all. He's worried I'll have to go to St Mungos. That sounds like a funny place. Abe says it's a place for sick people, but he gets this look on his face when he says it, like he wants to cry. The weird thing is, I'm not sick. Sometimes the words get jumbled in my head and I can't say them, but that happens to Al around Gellert, so it must be normal.

Mama went away a while ago, and we wore black. Abe and Al looked sick hen too, and Al cried, but he didn't want anyone to know, so I couldn't tell Abe. That's silly. Al gives me chocolate ice-cream when I cry. So maybe Abe would have given him sweets. I didn't like wearing black, 'cause the dress Al gave me was all itchy, and I couldn't scratch. Everyone was sad, and there was a big box with a cross on it. I wasn't supposed to be there, because Al thought people would see me, but they took me to the funny place with all the rectangles on the ground anyway – Abe calls it a cem-cem-tary. Everyone had rain on their faces, even though it was sunny.

I wanted to give Al a big hug and say something nice, but the words got all jumbled in my head and wouldn't come out. That happens a lot.

Black is the colour of sadness. It's yucky. I don't want to wear it ever again.

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