Because I Miss My Friend (One-Shot)

[maxima ruqayyah greyback]

Early May 2024; The Hogwarts Library
Letter written to @georgiana

Georgie,

I know I haven't talked to you properly in forever. I'm sorry. I know I should probably do that instead of writing this, but I feel like there's so much that I need to say.

You're still my best friend in the entire world. I know that I haven't been the best friend ever, and trying to tell you any differently is a lie. I think I'm becoming afraid of losing people. Just writing that made me feel stupid, but I don't know how else to say it. Adrian left, Odette was pregnant and lost her baby, Elias is going to leave soon for Durmstrang, and Jamie is going to leave school. I can't lose my best friend, too. It almost happened once, and once was enough.

I know we're both really busy with O.W.L. revision and life and everything else right now. I wish we weren't. I wish I could snap my fingers and get a Time-Turner. I don't know. I don't like hate this uncertainty. I wish we could just go back to when my biggest concern was that you had decided to pour tea on your arm. (I still think you're mad for doing that, if you were wondering.)

My mum is worried that I'm depressed again. Is it bad that I can't tell if I am? I don't know. Don't worry, I don't want to die again or anything like that, but I don't know if I know how I'm supposed to feel. I just want to feel like Max again, and I don't think I do.

There's another thing. I don't know if you've heard the rumours or if Jamie told you, but I can heal people by touching them. I don’t know how it happened or anything like that. If I knew, I would tell you, but it’s real.

How did you feel when you first realised that you were a Seer? (I don’t think I’ve ever asked you that before.) I don’t feel scared. Almost dying made me feel scared. I just want to know why. Why me? Why now?

I just wrote all of this without asking you how you are. (No wonder I’m an awful friend.) I’ll probably rip this up before I send it, though. I can’t seem to do anything right, but I just want you to know that I’m still here if you want to talk or something. I miss you.

Love,
Max

What had started as a distraction from her O.W.L. revision had turned into an entire letter. By the time that she had finished writing, Max had used up all of the ink in her inkwell, and her hand had begun to cramp up. Even so, she did not do exactly as she had written, but she dried the parchment as soon as she was finished with it and slipped it inside of the nearest book, instead. Writing down everything seemed like too much of a cop-out, and she knew that it didn't matter where she put it. No one was going to care to read her thoughts, anyway.