30. Oppugno

Simon heard crying. He knew who it was almost immediately. Agatha. He wanted to run down there immediately to comfort her but restrained himself, knowing that she yell at him. Agatha had never been the type to share her feelings with anyone. And Simon had so desperately wished to be her person. He would be an active listener for her.

He stood on the stairs, debating whether or not he should continue. Simon sighed when he made his final decision as he continued down the steps to go comfort his friend. Agatha was more important than him getting a few scrapes or cuts. He approached her slowly, trying his best not to startle her. "Agatha? Is everything okay?" He wanted to help her as much as he could, wrap his arms around her and conceal her in a warm embrace. He wished to tell her that everything would be okay. The two spoke quietly until Simon heard the dreaded words. She was leaving Hogwarts. Forever. He now felt as if someone had cast Oppugno and had sent small glass shards into his heart repeatedly, cracking it into little shards.

"I wish you the best. I'll miss you, Agatha."