By this point, Elizabeth had searched just about every corner of the castle for her wand -  maybe not every corner, but it definitely felt as if she had. “I don’t understand.” She began speaking, pausing only to place both of her hands on the table in front of her and let out a frustrated sigh, “It was here an hour ago and now - now, it’s just gone.”

So you left. You left me. I never thought it would happen this way. You left. You. Not me. You left me. And I hope you feel guilty. But I know you don’t care.
—  j.p. (you left last sunday)