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❝Just hold on for a little bit more, okay?❞

Bonnie stands off to the side, her drink in hand. Some guy had asked her out dancing and she has yet to actually speak one word to him. He had picked her up, got her a drink,  and then ran off to sweet-talk one of the girls at the bar. Disappointed Bonnie ditches her drink and sits down at one of the open tables.

❝What a waste of an evening.❞ She grumbles to herself.

        Maybe it was a Gryffindor thing, having a hero complex, maybe that was why that hat chose them to be Gryffindor in the first place, maybe it was being in Gryffindor that made you feel like you had to stand up for everyone and anyone who was being put down. No, that wasn't right, some of her own house could be right pricks when they wanted to be. As it happened, this wasn't one of those times, this was a couple of Ravenclaws picking on what looked to be a first or second year Hufflepuff and it was that kind of behaviour Jemma couldn't stand. 

      "Oh, because it's really big and clever to pick on someone four years younger than you and alone," she said, moving between the Ravenclaws and the Hufflepuff. Naturally receiving all the usual warnings to shut up, keep walking and stay out of it. Then one of them uttered a word that made the Gryffindor girl see red and her hand came up to back hand the one who was speaking across the face. Someone sensible might have run off to find a teacher at this point and get her into trouble for hitting someone. Instead, the girl chose to hit back and suddenly there was a crowd where there wasn't before and Jemma never had been very good at defending herself, not to mention there were two of them and she found herself very disorientated and in quite a lot of pain very quickly. 

Dear Soldier (I'm so sorry, I left your info in my apron and don't have your name anymore),

I'll keep this short for now, considering we don't know each other really well. My counselor told me I should get involved with a charity or volunteer or something, and I know some people in the army, so I picked the Adopt a Soldier Program. There's hopefully a package with this letter--I mean there would have to be one if you're reading the letter, since I'm putting it in the box, but you know, shit happens.

Enclosed are some things that I like, because I don't know what you like yet. Like I said, lost info packet. Thank god I was smart enough to write the address down, at least. There are two different kinds of cookies, Oreos and Chips Ahoy!, in case you want to share. Or eat yourself sick. Do whatever you want. Some ramen noodles, mushroom chicken flavor. Also an old iPod I found on the ground (have fun with that pre-loaded monstrosity) and some books I don't have space for anymore. They're mostly about sad things happening to people in Russia, sorry.

Also enclosed is a picture of me, in case you wanted to tell your friends that I'm your girlfriend to make them jealous. Or beat off to it, whatever, it's charity.

Please, for the love of all that is good and holy, write back with a list for next time. And your name.

ｈｕｒｔｓ| ｓｔａｒｔｅｒ

Steve gives a small smile, and he nods. He thinks about those days a lot, but they're nothing but memories now.