she's mad but she's magic.

The world wasn’t always right. When the world was right, people were so difficult to read. Everyone assumed that one another was happy through mild forms of projection—until a dirty little secret came out, ruined someone, and made them genuinely see the universe for once, with all its joy and pain meshed into one to form a planet as flawed as its inhabitants. This someone understood, at least in that moment, that suffering and existence go hand and hand, and it’s complete folly to claim otherwise. They took others under their wings, and deciphered the real difference between happy and sad for once, finally realizing that, no, everything wasn’t black and white. Then, whatever wrong that upset this someone would be righted much too soon, and they’d be blind again.

At the present time, this someone was Nick Smith. The layers of his world had come crashing down around him, and instead of throwing a pity party, he’d quickly learned to use it to his advantage. For instance, he began to notice things that had been hidden before, such as how the ears of a house elf drooped somewhat when they didn’t receive a “Thank you”, and how an “Okay” from a female student when asked about how she was doing usually meant that she was most certainly not doing okay. The latter became fact once he tested that theory on one particular student, a Gryffindor who he’d grown worried about in recent weeks, especially because she was one of his favorites.

Her…friend, Rory—yes, friend (there was a twinge of protectiveness he felt over the girl that prevented him from calling him more)—was at home recovering from being captured and tortured for information. What a seventeen year old might know that was vital to anyone was up in the air, but it’d happened nonetheless. And now she was back at school, pretending to be just fine, and he’d seen right through her from the very beginning. She was hurting. On the other hand, she was strong. She didn’t always have to be so strong. No one was ever meant to fight a war on their own.

A n y t h i n g. 

Hogwarts wasn't the place she wanted to be anymore, and she could understand why Rory didn't want to be there either. Fear around every corner, and she was angry. Amy had never been so angry at the world in all her life. Not even when her aunt left her or hurt her time and time again. All the nights she'd lie with him while he would sweat due to nightmares that would constantly plague her mind. Rory was in Cokeworth not sleeping, as was Amy at Hogwarts -- not sleeping. But they weren't together, like they should be. 

Of all people, why'd it have to be Rory? Amy may have been walking around with a smile on her face, and sass in every inflection in her tone, but she wanted to scream. People hurt the person she loved, someone she had always loved in some way -- and she wanted to hurt them too. An anger that drove her almost batty coursed through her veins. Her Rory was hurting and she was selfish enough to be at school? He may have insisted but when did Amelia Pond do anything she was really told to do? 

Never. 

But for him, she would. 

Someone was bound notice, and of course it was none other than Nick Smith. The Smith's as a whole always saw through her, no matter what. Maybe she was relieved she did, but Amy was strong. 

[ Finally, she decides to let go. ] Maybe if you said somethin' like, "It's been awhile and you look like the Queen you were meant to be." I wouldn't have. But nah, I get it, sort of. I do. I did the whole 'leaving without telling anyone for a month' basically. I eventually owled Steviedo but -- sometimes you just gotta go. 

I have more tricks up my sleeve than just my divine feminine charms.  I could easily hit you with a Rictumsempra, y'know. Besides, I don't think that boyfriend of yours would appreciate me using them on you. 

I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box.

Dear person I hate,

Dear person I like,

Dear ex boyfriend,

Dear ex girlfriend,

Dear ex bestfriend,

Dear bestfriend,

Dear *anyone*,

Dear Santa,

Dear mom,

Dear dad,

Dear future me,

Dear past me,

Dear person I’m jealous of,

Dear person I had a crush on,

Dear girlfriend,