Dear Y/N,
I can't believe 6th year starts next week! Are you excited? I'm super excited! I wish you could hear what I sounded like right now! Tuney still thinks I'm a freak... James asked me out like 900 times through letter. And Remus, Sirius, and Peter all wrote too. Did they write to you too? Remus is still beating himself up over his 'furry little problem' I feel so bad for him! It's not his fault! Why can't he just accept himself like we do! He's not a monster! Anyway, I've got to finish packing! Sorry for not writing this summer... I've been busy. Please write! Goodbye!
Sincerely,
Lily Evans
The letter was written neatly. She knew She needed to write her back but Y/n really didnt want to get up. She rolls out of bed, and regrets it immediately. The floor is cold on her bare feet. Lily had written her 3 days ago. It was only right she respond today, in y/n's mind. She sits down at her desk, grabs a quill and some parchment, and begins to write. Her hand writing isn't very neat..
Dear Lily,
The words already starting to flow together, she continued writing
Hello! I am excited for 6th year! Remus wrote a lot. You're most likely going to be head girl next year! James oughta stop asking you out.. you're always going to reject him. Everyone knows it. James and Sirius have also written. Peter has not. We don't really get along though. I don't know why.... we really do hate each other. I still haven't gotten the animagus thing down. I've grown a tail but that's about it. It sucks Remus is ashamed of himself! He shouldn't be. He's one of the nicest, most caring, harmless people I know! Sorry it's taken me so long to respond. I've got to finish packing too.
Sincerely,
Y/N Y/L/N
Y/n rolled the letter and tied a bow to it to keep it closed. She tied it to her owls leg. "Take it to Lily, O/N" O/n flew out of the window. She laid back down on the bed. She let out a sigh as she heard her mom step on the creaky floor board out side of her door. Y/n closed her eyes and acted asleep so maybe her mother wouldn't make her do anything. She doesn't seem to realize that y/n is faking it. She walks out and closes the door. She sighs again, this time out of relief. She sat there for a little bit longer, thinking about how wonderful 6th year is going to be. She soon starts thinking about how shes prefect. She starts breathing faster, tears roll down her cheeks. She starts worrying about all sorts of things having to do with being a prefect. What if she can't do it? What if she makes a fool of herself? She was prefect last year and she did this last year. She begins to do what her therapist says. Count from down 100 in 3s
"100. 97. 94. 91..." it's not working. Her breathing speed increases. "89... 86. 83. 80. 77. 74. 71. 69. 66. 63. 60. 57. 54. 51. 49. 46. 43. 40. 37. 34. 31. 29. 26. 23. 20. 17. 14. 11. 9. 6. 3. 0" Her breathing slows again. It worked. Her panic attack ends as she wipes her tear streaked face. She swallows deeply and heads to the bathroom to brush her teeth. Today is starting off great, isn't it?

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