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[goddesspatil]

If you can see this, I'm sorry. And Harry, I'm sorry. Justin, Terry, Anthony I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Professor Lupin, when you taught us, he was my boggart. Remember?

Draco, I'm sorry.

I'm just sorry.

I'm such an idiot.

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[synchronously]

I remember, Padma.

You might also remember that I had to leave the room, after that.

There's no shame in fearing something. Harry's not being very fair to you, by making you feel ashamed. However, there is nothing to fear in accepting that you have nothing to fear.

Consider this: your greatest fear has been revealed to be a myth, a long-held urban legend, a miscarriage of justice. Does that not free you? To know that the thing your parents used to keep so much power over you is now an empty thing? That there is no Sirius Black to haunt you any longer, that the murderer under your bed is now merely a shadow of himself, left to haunt our books and (for some of us) better memories?

Harry's going about this completely wrong, Padma, but I do believe that somewhere in his diatribe he does have a point: You have nothing to be afraid of anymore. Don't fight that. Embrace it, and let it go.

Sleep easy, if you can, my dear girl.

[goddesspatil]

Thank you, Professor. I think I will.

I wish you were still here.

[the_boy_who]

I'm sorry too.

Can I talk to you? Not in these stupid books?

I want to show you something.

[goddesspatil]

Of course.

I'd rather apologize in person, I'm so sorry.

[blaising_fury]

You are not an idiot, not by any means.

[goddesspatil]

Thank you, Blaise.

[goddesspatil]

At least I know all the facts now, Blaise. It's going to take time to not have visions of him under the bed, laughing and whatnot.

But I know the facts. It's the Ravenclaw way, or whatever it is that Davies keeps spouting.

[gold_star]

Padma. You are not an idiot. I'm not angry with you. None of us are angry with you. Stop apologising, all right?