But can you blame me?
There has been another death. Another murder. Just as horrible (if not more so) as Jasper’s.
Su is dead. One of my friends, someone I’ve shared a room with since I was eleven is dead. I have the hardest time accepting that. I refuse to. I still expect her to walk in the dormitory any minute and start talking about ways to approach Professor Warrington to get more help in Defence, or about Kevin, or about Quidditch. About something. Anything. But she won’t. I won’t see her ever again.