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{WARDED PRIVATE}

So many deaths.. I keep getting overwhelmed by it and I know that I should have always been overwhelmed but I've been trained, no, forced, to expedite my grieving and mourning. They have put a time as to how long I should mourn. A year. I have until October twentieth to prepare myself to be courted to again, which I know mother is eager for. "She was previously engaged to Regulus Black, she is more than eligible for anyone," I overheard her say.. It breaks my heart.

I look back just one year and see how things were so.. normal. So comfortable. My debutante was almost a year ago. And since then, how many have died? Georgie, Evan.. Leoben. Regulus, a dear friend and my fiancee. And now, Rodolphus Lestrange, a man I thought was indestructible, in both mind and body. So many more..

Father was imprisoned and hasn't been the same since. Jacqueline can no longer share my daily sorrows, which is probably a good thing, as she is now married. Mother seems to feel alone without her daughters, there's only me left.

There's only me left.

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{WARDED TO SIRIUS}

I hope you've been hanging in there okay, and that you haven't done anything rash. How have your meetings with James been?

{/WARD}


“Unity to be real must stand the severest strain without breaking.”