“So, when I lose perspective, I try to remember that we’re all just bones trying to get along and we’ll all eventually be bones again one day.”
After the death of her father, she found it easier to pretend like it never happened, that his death was an accident. She would ignore any stories in the Prophet about what was happening, and whenever anyone brought it up around her at school, she’d find a way to change the subject or leave.
As time went on, however, it became more and more difficult for her to ignore it all. She would catch snippets of gossip from other students, or something in the Prophet would catch her eye. The more aware of it she became, the more unstable she felt. Unsure of what was going on around her, and the knowledge that there was no way for her to control it had Erin feeling more on edge as the days passed.
She tries to be nice and friendly as often as possible, knowing it would get her further in life than if she was mean and quick to judge. A lot of times, she finds it difficult to keep up the smiles and kind gestures, and as her time at Hogwarts goes on, it’s even more difficult to keep quiet. She knows that kindness goes a long way but lately it seemed like she was running out of it.
A firewhiskey and some company, if you don’t mind.
One firewhiskey, coming right up.

So what do you go by, handsome? If we’re gonna spend some time together I’m gonna need a name to go with that face.
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Then tonight is your lucky night, sweetheart.
I must be the luckiest girl in the mansion, then. Is there anything I can get for you, handsome?

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