The thing about death.
I didn't know Susan much, aside from quidditch. I thought she was well daft when she did that thing to her hair, and for a stupid ball too. Still, she was funny and told a lot of stories and I don't know why I'm never going to see her again.
It's so stupid to realise that those people who maybe weren't close friends or anything when they were alive aren't there anymore. You lose touch with people all the time, but sooner or later you end up bumping into them in Diagon Alley or somewhere else. And you can talk to them or, just wave at them. This, though, is somebody in your life that you've lost and can't be replaced.
I don't like death. Of course I don't think nobody ever does, but I don't like anybody dying, full stop. Even when other people would say it was probably deserved. That bloke who was prefect, I'm sure somebody is going to miss him too. Not just the people he talked to the most, or his family. Maybe he once said something to a Ravenclaw first-year that helped. Maybe he always bought sweets at the same shop where he lived. There's always somebody who'll remember.
When I was learning to fly, I must've been 5 or 6, I crashed into the bakery of Mr Williams, back home. In a reflex action, I covered my face with my arm, which got the worst of it, it was covered in glass splinters and blood. Mrs Williams tried to fix me up as best as she could, but I imagine it wasn't easy because I was squirming and howling with tears, Mr Williams was having a firechat with my mum. If I'd died here, to Mr Williams I'd be 'that kid with the tear-stained face who destroyed my windowpane with his broom.' Like Susan is 'that girl in my team who was very chatty and more than just a little silly.'
And it isn't fair. It isn't fair when somebody takes someone else's life like it belongs to them. And it's happened so many times now, that some prat is bound to tell me to just get used to it already, but, no. I refuse to get used to this crap.
I go on, yes. We're going to find Lisa's parents this summer, hopefully we will. And if we don't, at least we'll get to spend lots of time together before I have to go back to school in September. My mates will probably come to hang out in London when we figure out when. I still have that bet with them about the quidditch and house cup next year, too.
But I don't forget.
It's so stupid to realise that those people who maybe weren't close friends or anything when they were alive aren't there anymore. You lose touch with people all the time, but sooner or later you end up bumping into them in Diagon Alley or somewhere else. And you can talk to them or, just wave at them. This, though, is somebody in your life that you've lost and can't be replaced.
I don't like death. Of course I don't think nobody ever does, but I don't like anybody dying, full stop. Even when other people would say it was probably deserved. That bloke who was prefect, I'm sure somebody is going to miss him too. Not just the people he talked to the most, or his family. Maybe he once said something to a Ravenclaw first-year that helped. Maybe he always bought sweets at the same shop where he lived. There's always somebody who'll remember.
When I was learning to fly, I must've been 5 or 6, I crashed into the bakery of Mr Williams, back home. In a reflex action, I covered my face with my arm, which got the worst of it, it was covered in glass splinters and blood. Mrs Williams tried to fix me up as best as she could, but I imagine it wasn't easy because I was squirming and howling with tears, Mr Williams was having a firechat with my mum. If I'd died here, to Mr Williams I'd be 'that kid with the tear-stained face who destroyed my windowpane with his broom.' Like Susan is 'that girl in my team who was very chatty and more than just a little silly.'
And it isn't fair. It isn't fair when somebody takes someone else's life like it belongs to them. And it's happened so many times now, that some prat is bound to tell me to just get used to it already, but, no. I refuse to get used to this crap.
I go on, yes. We're going to find Lisa's parents this summer, hopefully we will. And if we don't, at least we'll get to spend lots of time together before I have to go back to school in September. My mates will probably come to hang out in London when we figure out when. I still have that bet with them about the quidditch and house cup next year, too.
But I don't forget.