When I first came to New York you guys were the first four friends I made. And in eight years, I haven’t needed anymore. So I wanted to give you all something to thank you. I decided to write you each a poem about our friendship, and inscribe it on a piece of sea glass which you can use as a Christmas tree ornament. Then I decided that it’s super lame. So, instead…
Robin Sparkles deleted scene (x)
“I’m so sorry,” Tessa whispered. “About Nate. It’s my fault he’s dead.”
“Hush,” her aunt said. “It isn’t your fault. It is his and mine. I always felt such guilt, you see, Tessa. Knowing I was his mother but not being able to bear telling him. I let him get away with anything he wanted, until he was spoiled beyond saving. If I had told him that I was really his mother, he would not have felt so betrayed when he discovered the truth, and would not have turned against us. Lies and secrets, Tessa, they are like a cancer in the soul. They eat away what is good and leave only destruction behind.”
“I miss you so much,” Tessa said. “I have no family now… .”
Her aunt leaned forward to kiss her on the forehead. “You have more family than you think.”
Emma Watson is someone who Hermione would look up to
"i was kind of hoping we could be friends."
"i’d like that."