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So that's it, then, I suppose. I almost wish that I could claim surprise. I can't, though. I never really expected our friendship to last, especially once she became involved with him. It certainly did outlast my expectations, which I guess is good. I just wish
I'm fine. I have other things to worry about. And so what if we work together? We don't actually have to interact at all. Maybe I'll change shifts at the apothecary.
Maybe I should write to her. Apologise. Beg. Anything.
No. It's for the best, really. She's right about that. And childhood friendships rarely if ever last through adulthood. And ours was a friendship of convenience. I was the only other non-muggle in the neighbourhood. It's not like we had anything in common. Or, well, it's not like we had very much in common. She wouldn't have sought me out under different circumstances.
Fuck.
This is pointless.
Distraction. I need a distraction. I need to stop writing this right now and do something else.
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Lucius,
I hope that this letter finds you well. I do not know if you recall a possible meeting between us that was supposed to take place months ago. Through entirely my own fault, it came to nothing. However, should you still be interested, I would be pleased to meet with you sometime soon.
--Severus Snape.