I felt guilt at what I'd done. The look on Ron's face when I told him that I was leaving him will always pull at my heart, but for once I needed to do what was best for me, rather than making sure everyone else was doing just fine. There was no way I was going to become a crochety old grandmother who never got a taste of life.
Packing up everything I owned, I left school and my family to go out on an adventure. I bought a small, beat up apartment in New York City, and like so many disenchanted youth before me headed to the Big Apple to find my soul.
The first year of life in New York was spent working in a movie theatre on Lafayette Ave. Most of my friends were either my co-workers or other British transplants in the city, and with various members of my cliques I would go clubbing every night I had the time, at both muggle and wizard establishments. It was a pumping, swirling plethora of attractive men, booze, and heavy bass action. Every night was a different man to dance with and, when I felt like it, go home with.
Any chance I got I took a road trip, staying in hostels with my friends and seeing the sights, and clubs, at the new locations. The one thing I truly loved about it all was how melded the muggle world was with the wizarding world in the cities. Naturally, the muggles new very little about the wizarding world, but the wizards adopted muggle trends with gusto, adding that little spark of magic when appropriate.
After the first year I settled down more and decided to actually date and think about going back to school. I never stayed in a relationship long – nobody fit. In that same vein I couldn't think of anything I really wanted to do for the rest of my life.
After two years I had finally decided on becoming a medi-witch. I could travel or work in a hospital and so many things were open to me. I had discovered I really liked healing people, particularly children, and so I enrolled in the New York Institute of Magical Healing. Naturally, I still left time to do a bit of partying, having discovered my liking towards it.
Almost two years later my graduation was approaching. It was here that someone I never expected to see, and someone I had never shown much interest in, walked back into my life. This is where my story really begins, immortalized here in this Pensieve.