I don’t know which one of you I’m writing to, so I suppose it’ll be both of you for now. Not that it matters because you’re both not here anymore. It’s the kind of silence that doesn’t sit right in my bones. It’s not absence exactly, but something much heavier. It’s the echo of someone who should still be here.

Both of you should be.

Mason, I’ve been offered your post. Hufflepuff Head of House. I took it because well… I wanted to make you proud.

I mean, I know I’ll never be you. I won’t try to be. It doesn’t feel right, still, having this title attached to my name but I keep thinking about one of the first things you told me when we first met – we just make it up as we go along.

So I’ll do that. I’ll keep showing up and trying my best. For them. For you.

Sophia, keep an eye on him, will you? I just know he went too soon, and I wasn’t ready. You watch him and I’ll watch the kids. It seems like a fair trade off.

Just until I get there.

(But hopefully that’ll be a long while.)

And Mason, I’ll take care of our house. I promise.

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