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Katie always got fouled the most. She's so small and delicate, blonde and wispy and you'd never think she would be a Quidditch player but she's mad about the game, she's Muggle-born and had never been on a broom before she got to Hogwarts, she loves it, she loved it.
Alicia was always upset because she was only a reserve our second-year, she didn't make the team like I did, she practiced in secret all year training so that she could make it next year, when she did. And she and I and Katie were always together after that, we were inseperable, we would do everything together. Katie would stay in our dorm most of the time because the girls in her year were prissy and annoying but she and me and Alicia would stay together and talk about Quidditch and school and dreams for the future.
They're dead now. They're both dead, and it's because of me, because I didn't check, because I didn't think. It's always that I don't think, it's all my fault.
They always told me to look out for her, they always told me that, Mum and Dad and her Mum and her Dad and our uncles and our aunts and our grandparents, they all told me "take care of her Angie" because no one thought she'd have magic because of her dad, and she didn't, but she was magic all the same. She was a painter, an artist. And she was going to go study on the continent and become hugely famous but before she left I wanted to show her all about the wizarding world. I had to show her --
I was trying to save her.
I thought I could save her.
I can't take it anymore.
Alicia was always upset because she was only a reserve our second-year, she didn't make the team like I did, she practiced in secret all year training so that she could make it next year, when she did. And she and I and Katie were always together after that, we were inseperable, we would do everything together. Katie would stay in our dorm most of the time because the girls in her year were prissy and annoying but she and me and Alicia would stay together and talk about Quidditch and school and dreams for the future.
They're dead now. They're both dead, and it's because of me, because I didn't check, because I didn't think. It's always that I don't think, it's all my fault.
They always told me to look out for her, they always told me that, Mum and Dad and her Mum and her Dad and our uncles and our aunts and our grandparents, they all told me "take care of her Angie" because no one thought she'd have magic because of her dad, and she didn't, but she was magic all the same. She was a painter, an artist. And she was going to go study on the continent and become hugely famous but before she left I wanted to show her all about the wizarding world. I had to show her --
I was trying to save her.
I thought I could save her.
I can't take it anymore.