I try to swallow and keep a cold expression, but my throat is dry and my walls are crumbling. She was like a mom to me here at Hogwarts. I could always ask everything from her, she even let me stay in the library after closing hours so I could do more studying. She would lend me books from the Restricted Section, so I could research and find my own answers. I can’t keep track of the numerous times we had tea, telling each other stories of our lives and what we dreamed of.