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I G N O R E

It'll Pass.



As an only child, he should have been used to being alone. To being cooped up in his room, curled under his covers, curtains drawn. To having his heart stomped on by a certain red-head. To spending nights awake, while his best mates slept.

He slipped his arm out and reached under his bed. He pulled out a small box and cradled it to his chest. Sliding the lid off, James plucked the smooth fist-sized rock from the box.

He pressed the cool object to his cheek and hugged his pillow closer.

“Remus will forgive me, right Wormtail Jr?”