Like her professors at Hogwarts, her teachers in Surrey. Her parents at home, her friends at school. The soft sprinkle of snowflakes, the harsh rays of golden sun. As loud as Quidditch matches, as slow as fast walking. A sudden flash flood, a tsunami without warning.
She wanted to have the ability to give a lasting presentation in class. Without stutters, without mutters. Without sweating, without trembling. And with emphasis, stress on each prominent word. With hand gestures, comfortable with everything she says.
She wanted to be like him. Like that boy, James Potter. Always laughing, always smiling. Always comfortable, always lasting. Never stuttering, never stuttering. Never trembling, never nervous.
Instead of becoming a professor and giving lasting presentations, she followed James Potter's path by becoming an Auror and dying.
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I'm finally back from India! I came back Saturday morning and was so tired. Anyway, hope you like this piece Please review!