Looking back on this day, there are really four, not three unforgivable curses. Imperious, Cruciatus, Avada Kedavra, and Heartbreak. For love is a different kind of magic, a kind that even muggles can have. It sneaks up on you, grabs you, messes with your mind, and then leaves you broken and hurt inside. It is believed by some scientists that animals feel no emotion. Certain animals simply mate, and then never see each other again. Wouldn't life be much easier with fewer emotions?

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The forest was gonna, but my artwork was not. I had made a pop-up of the forest. When it was down, it formed just one of the crystalline trees. When it was up, the entire forest was shown, even the ground. It was something to be proud of. Thomas begged for me to give it to him. I told him no. He had just gotten a gift!

I was in the only useful class in Hogwarts: DADA. Thomas didn't have this class with me, so I sat next to Benard. Benard was Thomas's dormmate. He slept on the bed next to him. And, I'm sorry to say that Benard was SEXY. Damn, he lit my eyes on fire. I barely knew anything about him, which is why I was angered by myself having a crush on him. If my mother was here, she could've prevented something like this from happening. I don't give a shit that she was a muggle. She is still the one who gave fucking birth to me. 

I shifted my thoughts (Very slowly, I might add.) over to DADA. I saw the teacher, Professor McMallian, sitting at his desk, grading papers from last week. I took out my sketchbook and began to draw. I drew Hogwarts, melting off of the page, broken down, surrounded by whispy dementors. That's how it was for a year after the War. I finished drawing and stared at it, thinking, but not really thinking at all. 

"It's pretty," Benard commented. My heart skipped four or five beats, and I silently cursed myself for it. 

"So are you," I said quietly. I quickly followed it by a smooth "Dammit!" We sat there awkwardly until class was dismissed. I then began to run out. At the door, I hesitated. What if Benard liked me back? I could've just alerted him of my feelings. I turned around and was about to call his name, but I blushed, then my face went pale. I saw Benard fiercly snogging Sabrina. I quickly backed away and ran into the Hufflepuff common room, thoughts swirling through my head. 

Of coarse he has a girlfriend. Of coarse she's popular, too. 

What was I thinking? I'm a mugblood. No one in their right mind would date me. He's probably getting ready to fuck her in a broom cupboard or something. 

As I sat down on the couch, I realized that most people were in the Great Hall, eating. I wasn't hungry anymore. I felt a painful feeling in my throat, and braced myself for tears and embarrassment.

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I woke up to a firm hand gently shaking my shoulder. "Benard," I moaned. 

"He told me everything," Thomas said. He wrapped his arms around me. I wanted to cry more, but I already felt dry cheeks and knew I would see tear stains if I had looked in a mirror right then. 

For a few moments, we just sat there. I didn't move. Thomas didn't move. 

"There are two people in life. Main characters and minor characters. Benard was just a classic main character. So was Sabrina," I said. 

"What am I?" Thomas asked me.

"I hate to tell you this, but you're a minor character. Minor characters don't get happy endings."

"And you? Surely the great Sydney Johnson isn't a minor character!"

"You're right." Thomas's face brightened up. "I'm a dead bush. I'm just a nuisance. No one actually needs me."

Thomas's jaw clenched. "I am the omniscient narrator. You are the main character. It all depends on who the narrator is." 

I didn't respond. Thomas looked over at me and caught a tear that was rolling down my cheek. He wiped it on his robe and stood up. Together, we went up the stairs and parted into our separate dorms.

Hey! New chapter! How do you like it? Poor Sydney,  right? And all Thomas wants to do is make her glad again. 

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