Boxing Day had always been her day with her brother. For as long as Aurora could remember, it was the day that the two of them spent together, regardless of other plans and people. Some years they braved Quidditch matches or tea shops, and other years they spent at home, playing card games until they were laughing so hard they cried. No matter what they did, they did it together. So it didn’t come as a surprise when Adam showed up at her door at ten o’clock that morning.
He was clearly much more startled by her anger.
What can’t be right? Did I put my shirt on inside out again? I swear to God, I keep doing that.
What? Oh, no. It’s not you. I just realized the date. I seem to have lost track of my days.
I do hope this helps with your transition. Best of luck to you, Aurora. I’m certain you will have the utmost success.
- Emmeline xx
Oh, thank you, Emme! I’m sure this will be very informative.
That can’t be right…
No, don’t be silly, you’re forgetting what my best subject in school was. Reparo. Here.
I think I forgot it wasn’t my best subject. Or maybe I’m just forgetting magic altogether.
Pain’s unavoidable sometimes, and then it’s just a case of what will hurt less in the long run.
I suppose. I’m sorry about the wine. I’ll buy you a new one.
I know it was the right thing, I just don’t know why the right thing has to hurt so much.
It’s not your fault. It’s your decision, and you’re right you can’t stay, and he isn’t asking you to. Nobody blames you at all.
He has NEWTs. And Quidditch. And I have my job, and three years is too long to expect— How do I know that I would even want— It’s my fault for leaving, but I can’t stay when I have this in front of me, and I know he wouldn’t want me too either, but I don’t—