BeccaLilyJoyce

Do you know those things that keep you up at night? Those little annoying thoughts that make the bed seem too lumpy like your own bespoke pea under the mattress? They range from social issues to intimidating work loads to money issues to all sorts. But mine's none of that. Nothing as vague. Mine's much more specific. You see, mine's the thought of losing you. I've never before been afraid of death. It's natural. It's inevitable. Yet still, we think and we worry. Funny things, us humans. How we can so wrapped up in a thought. I never really understood that. Not until the doctor told us you were ill. Now I'm still not scared of death, I'm just

JAMES: James arrived back at the Gryffindor common room, shortly followed by Amy who was in the middle of a rant about a Witch Weekly article. "- so if you think about it, she didn't need to dye her hippogriff's feathers at all!" she laughed, playfully slapping James on the shoulder. He pretended to laugh along. "Haha, yeah! Stupid when you think about it..." he muttered, climbing through the portrait hole. He walked across to the fireplace and collapsed into an armchair, sighing. Amy, being the loyal 'girlfriend' she was, followed and fell daintily into the opposite chair. James undid his tie and toed of his shoes. He sat there with his e