I suppose she thinks I am mean.
I could have just thrown the pillow at her. Instead, after that, Miss Dahlia Khatir-Albi also turned all the Slytherin girls against her.
I should be Dahlia La-Albi instead.
Does this mean I regret it? No. I forgive her? No. I've stopped hating her? No. Can finally stand him? No.
I must have a conscience.
But as soon as I think about it, all remorse vanishes. Him. I cannot force myself to look at his face. Just can't bear it after that horrible hour. Unable to move. Those eyes staring into mine. They glinted in the firelight like chunks of sinister obsidian. Trapped, staring into those eyes –
I can't bear it. I can't think. I can't breath.
Even now, two years later, my stomach is churning. Why did you do it, Lily? You betrayed me. You crossed to his side. You think you are on his side but he treats no one well. He will hurt you. You will see.
Oh, why did she do this?
A little child clad in bright yellow rainboots and coat grabs a stick and plunges it into the water of the pond. It breaks the calm, clear surface. Swinging it around until the mud loosens and swirls to the surface. The see- through water is gone – instead, brown clouds of mud. Mud that had rested so nicely on the bottom of the pond. It will not settle again.
I could have just thrown the pillow at her. Instead, after that, Miss Dahlia Khatir-Albi also turned all the Slytherin girls against her.
I should be Dahlia La-Albi instead.
Does this mean I regret it? No. I forgive her? No. I've stopped hating her? No. Can finally stand him? No.
I must have a conscience.
But as soon as I think about it, all remorse vanishes. Him. I cannot force myself to look at his face. Just can't bear it after that horrible hour. Unable to move. Those eyes staring into mine. They glinted in the firelight like chunks of sinister obsidian. Trapped, staring into those eyes –
I can't bear it. I can't think. I can't breath.
Even now, two years later, my stomach is churning. Why did you do it, Lily? You betrayed me. You crossed to his side. You think you are on his side but he treats no one well. He will hurt you. You will see.
Oh, why did she do this?
A little child clad in bright yellow rainboots and coat grabs a stick and plunges it into the water of the pond. It breaks the calm, clear surface. Swinging it around until the mud loosens and swirls to the surface. The see- through water is gone – instead, brown clouds of mud. Mud that had rested so nicely on the bottom of the pond. It will not settle again.