You have to pass, you have to do more than pass, you have to be perfect…. Perfect. Lily bent over another scroll, taking her time, making sure every mark was right, was perfect… was exactly what she wanted it to be. Perfection mattered, perfection counted.

“You freak! I hate you! I hate you I hate you!”

It didn’t matter what Petunia said.
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Letters

( October 23, 1971 )