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Twice. Two whole times in her Hogwarts career that Slytherin lost the house cup. It didn't matter that she personally had done the best she could, because it wasn't enough. And while she probably should have been thinking about other things - like the fact that she STILL hadn't heard from a few programs or the fact that Apollo was off canoodling with some other girl and seemed really happy - instead she was fretting over the fact that the banners were not green for her final year. Her parents were probably gloating, or actually not, because they were Hufflepuffs. Hufflepuffs were about the most genuine and least boastful people at Hogwarts and beyond.
She probably should have gone over to write in the memory book before the queue got long from her fellow graduates, but right now she was exhausted. Exhausted and her bum still ached....... why was there a bird in the Great Hall?
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An owl landed right in front of her, dropping off a rather official looking letter. Oh no. She probably shouldn't open it, because last time she did that on her broom at the final quidditch match and ended up fainting off her broom. Big mistake; don't read and fly at the same time.
Yet the return address was Paris, which meant ... she'd already been accepted to their journalism program and withdrew from the magizoology and wandlore programs. There was only one program left to hear back from Paris about. Paris. Which made her think of him; someone who apparently used her and seemed to fake it with her. With a resolved sigh she made the decision just now that she couldn't go to Paris. He ripped her heart out and going to Paris would mean being forced to think of him all the time, which wasn't conducive to studying. So the contents didn't really matter, but for the sake of it, she opened the letter and read.
Finally, some good news
She set it down, glancing around the hall, inhaling and exhaling. Not really feeling light chatter just yet. She just wanted to take in her surroundings. Savor them. And try not to cry too much because she was a strong young woman, who was also simultaneously broken.
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