Erin aimed a look at the snack lady. She was hungry. She wanted to devour every bit of chocolate frogs or jelly beans she could see but the anticipation Gary's sending her was more powerful. And every word makes Erin want even more. She wanted the truth. She wanted him to tell everything. If only he could compile it into a one sentence, not a paragraph, not a story. Because this thing was making her tired, sort of sick even.

Cancer.

Wait, cancer? It was a foreign disease, she knew it was Muggle. A disease she knew a lot about. A disease she definitely had encountered before. A disease she once cursed, forever cursed for it took her mother away from her. She knew more about it than anyone, perhaps more than Gary knew anything about it. The message made Erin hungry. How could she feel something like this when Raven, her Raven, her friend was suffering from a very dangerous disease. She felt Gary's hands moved into her shoulders. Erin felt her face become distorted. Falling into pieces. And before she knew it, she was touching her own face. It was cold.

How was she supposed to take all of these...

...when she was so hungry and all her mind could process was the licorice wand peeking from the trolley?

Wait? What was she thinking about? Then it dawned on her. It wasn't cancer that killed her mother. It was her.