A/N: the first drabble is a one-shot and very angsty. the other 2 are meant to be read together and are much lighter and even a bit humorous.
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Lost and Unfound (anonymous)
I am anonymous.
Just another red-headed kid that's so scared I've gone 'round the twist.
I get lost in the hustle and bustle -- getting lost, that's what I do best -- or maybe people misplace me.
I'm not sure.
Doesn't matter anyway because no one ever comes looking for me.
I know plenty of people, and plenty of people know of my existence, they know my name but they don't know that even though I'm nearly thirty years old, I'm still a little lost kid.
Or misplaced.
Either way, no one ever comes looking for me.
I am still anonymous.
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Dear You, Dear Me (anonymous)
Dear Ron,
I know you think you're never seen, but that's not true. I've watched you for so long, but though I'm a Gryffindor, I lack the courage to say how very much I love you.
I watch you play Quidditch, fall asleep in Professor Binns' class, and eat every meal as if it were your last. I've seen your smile light up a room brighter than any Lumos -- but I've also seen your eyes dull with pain when you've been put down or overlooked.
I don't overlook you, but I am a coward, and therefore I will remain,
Anonymous
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Dear Anonymous,
I'm never seen by anyone but you, but I don't mind because you're the only one I'd trust to look at me that closely. Twenty points from Gryffindor, because I've never been bold enough to say I love you, too.
Everyone knows I play Quidditch, fall asleep in class, and eat like a pig -- but I only smile for you. I only allow you to see pain in my eyes.
Speaking of which, Harry, the next time you slip an 'anonymous' note under my pillow, remember to take your glasses back to your own nightstand.
Your Ron