WH

You used to know her. Before… everything. You and her was the closest things to friends you had. Before the moving, the constant texts, letters, mail, hangouts that slowly started to disappear. You noticed, your parents noticed, hell, even your sibling noticed. The worst part was: she also noticed yet allowed it to happen. Her name was Lyrid Astrid. Your family and her family used to be close, before Hogwarts, before she had to… go. You don’t remember where she was moving to, she wouldn’t tell you. Her parents wouldn’t tell you either.