Today the Sorting Ceremony happens, and well… it’s the first one you’re not going to be at. I keep waiting to hear you laugh or to see you standing by the door with your arms folded, but I can’t even imagine a ghost of you. You’re not here, and the silence you’ve left behind feels louder than any voice.

I sat in the common room for a while, trying to wrap my head around this. I don’t know if I’ll ever grow used to being called Head of House. It feels borrowed, like I’m only keeping your chair warm until you come back to claim it. I miss you. Who’s going to tell me I’ll be okay, and that I’m just getting inside my own head?

I keep thinking of the hundreds of small things I never thanked you for. The way you made me laugh when I was too tired to manage it on my own. The way you believed in me long before I deserved it.

You were my friend before you were anything else. My best friend. And I don’t know how to walk through this castle without reaching for you.

I promise that I won’t let our house falter.. I’ll carry it as best I can, for you, for them. But Merlin, Mason, I wish I didn’t have to do it without you.

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