Crystal didn't know how to react to the confirmations for the rumored death a first year Gryfindor. Should she cry? Or should she make a silent vow to never, if it was in her powers, let such a thing happen again? The blonde would probably – or most defiantly – do the second, if she could. But the first? That was still up for debate.
She remembered when her younger brother died, right in front of her and Acacia, but that was her brother. It wasn't her twin. It hurt still, yes, and it left a gap in her heart still, but... She hadn't spent eleven, or twelve , years growing up at the same time – experiencing the same things at almost the same time. It wasn't the same, and she couldn't fathom the pain Miss Bénet must be in.
The Slyterin shivered – though it was nowhere near cold enough for her body to react such a way – and was surprised to feel tears in her eyes.
It had been a boring year; nothing had happened. No ban, no prank on a bracelet that she didn't want to wear anyway, no lockdowns. She should have known the year wouldn't end peacefully.
She remembered when her younger brother died, right in front of her and Acacia, but that was her brother. It wasn't her twin. It hurt still, yes, and it left a gap in her heart still, but... She hadn't spent eleven, or twelve , years growing up at the same time – experiencing the same things at almost the same time. It wasn't the same, and she couldn't fathom the pain Miss Bénet must be in.
The Slyterin shivered – though it was nowhere near cold enough for her body to react such a way – and was surprised to feel tears in her eyes.
It had been a boring year; nothing had happened. No ban, no prank on a bracelet that she didn't want to wear anyway, no lockdowns. She should have known the year wouldn't end peacefully.
