They put me in a box, and every time I try to nudge the lid open, they slam it back down. It’s like nothing about me is allowed to change.
I still see flaws in my work, everywhere I look. It's exhausting and mortifying and almost unbearable.
I have to meet him. I don’t think I can keep this up. I don’t care if it ruins everything. I’m this close to making out with my laptop screen.
What's a dementor?"I mean, I can't even. "Nora, you are no longer my sister.""So it's some Harry Potter thing," she says.
