September, 21 I popped into a meadow, the flowers and trees swaying in the breeze. At the foot of one of the tree trunks sat a girl with brown hair, her hair tied in bow. She was reading from an elephant-heavy book about prophecies and futures. “Andy!” I called out. The girl: Andy, looked up from her book, eyes widen in fear. She got up, dropping the book with a loud clunk, and sprinted away from her reading place. Leaving the book behind. “Andy!,” I called again, sprinting after her, my blonde hair flying back, “I’m not Bella! I won’t hurt you! I’m not mad! Please!” Andy didn’t listen, she kept running, not even stopping to take a break. I tried to run faster, beads of sweat already bearing down my face, even though it was only 52 degrees outside. I tried to run faster, soon catching up to Andy. I reached fir her hand. Even though we were a few inches away from each other, to me, it felt like we were miles away. In a different planet, maybe. “Andy!” I said softly, grabbing her hand. She looked back, her dark eyes staring into my grey ones. “Do away, Cissy!,” she snapped, pulling her hand away, “Why are you even here anyway?” I cleared my throat; “Speaks to souls, though can’t hear a thing, is never well, and soon will belong the dark force’s will” Andy stammered, “y-you solved the prophecy?” “Yes,” I answered, catching my breath, “And I don’t think Bella’s goanna like who it’s about” _________________ December, 11 12-24-1993 Dear, Linh I have finally survived a day at my parents’ house and good news is: it wasn’t a scam. Me and Isla had spent some silent time together and even though I couldn’t hear her, I could still tell that she was trying to talk to me. It’s obvious, everyone has tried to make me speak ever since I went deaf. Even Professor Snape had tried. If you still remember me, you know well that I was a talkative person, but now, I don’t feel like one. Now every time I try to speak, the words feel alien to my tongue. I can’t even express that I’m deaf. I wish you were still here; you were the only one that knew what I was going through. Sincerely, Inka I closed my journal shut. 54 entries so far, I thought noticeably staring outside of the window of my bedroom. The cold air blinded the view. All I could see was the frozen streets and house and… something black. Wait, black? I squinted to see the figure easier. Ever since I lost my hearing, my eyesight has become significantly better. If it were someone with normal eyesight, even if they squinted, they couldn’t see it clearly. But I didn’t have normal eyesight, I had better so it wasn’t a problem for me. I rubbed my nose against the frigid window. The black thing was coming closer. It’s black cloak billowing around it. I recognized it almost immediately: Natasha. Natasha came closer and closed until she was next to the window, making it freeze more. “Inka...” I heard her wind-like language voice muffled from outside, “Let me in” I nodded, Isla or any of my cousins might see her, but what was the point? Natasha and the other dementors were the only things I could hear. I flipped the window open, letting Natasha in. Usually, whenever I was near her I felt... cold, but now I felt sort of warmed up. As if I was only a few inches away from a fireplace. “Natasha,” I whispered in a wind-like language, “What are you doing here?” “Catching Black became boring” she placed a rotting hand on my bed, “this feels... soft” “Of course it’s soft! Can’t you see?’ I snapped, pushing her hand from my bed. The last thing I wanted to touch my bed was a dementor. “Of course I can’t see,” Natsha said sadly, “dementors don’t have any eyes. How are they supposed to see anything?” My expression softened. I was going to say something, that how she wasn’t alone but Natasha interrupted, not letting me say anything, “Someone’s here I’ve got to hide” Panic shimmering in my stomach, I swilled around to see them lie; Jacqueline, Isabella, and Iris. Unconscious. And floating above their heads was no other than Linh Clearglass.
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