“Wandering child, return home.”
I couldn’t sleep again that night. My mind was adapting to all the memories that I had to relive and relearn. What was strange is that they replayed themselves in a random order in my head. One kept repeating itself: a dance put on by my good friend Kaitlyn and her twin brother Jason Goodfellow. The dance, as I previously recalled was last year around Christmas. Alec had been dead for a couple months and Jason asked me to the dance. We had always been academic rivals at Hogwarts and hated each other’s guts. He was also quite the womanizer. It was no surprise when he asked me, but it was when I said yes. Why did I say yes? I don’t know. The dance went alight, but nothing special happened. How wrong that thought was.
I saw myself getting ready for the dance, a little giddy because no one had really ever asked me out to anything before. I had on a beautiful silver dress, and carefully arranged my hair and f