When I realized I was depressed, then I started reading up about it. When I read that one in four people are depressed, I felt that I’m not the only one. I also felt that how many people must be feeling suffocated to fight this battle all alone. I just wanted to reach out and tell them that even I’m like you, and it’s okay if you feel like that.
With the six of us on this hill and the packed lake house behind us– I feel sentiments far beyond this sunrise, this morning, this moment. We filled an empty house. I’m thirty seven. Just yesterday I was twenty and meeting some of these people– people that i’d spend my life with, that’d become my home. Just yesterday I was twenty– still deeply and desperately in love with my best friend. I grew older. We all grew older. In a blink of an eyes, our children will grow old too. And i’ll think: just yesterday they were twenty. Headed for college. Falling in love. Memories will flood behind us, the lake house no longer filled to the brim. As quiet as the moment we first walked in– and we’ll sit on this hill. Feeling the stillness that exists. And then we end– we end where we started. Just us. All six of us.
The alien scenario sounds more like a Lily Calloway theory. I understand what Connor is implying. “You think she knows Jonathan’s her fucking father?” Lily suddenly appears from the stairs with a big bowl of popcorn, unable to see my clothing from her vantage point. “Are you guys making a Hale family Star Wars alternate universe?” She lowers her voice, mimicking Darth Vader, “Willow, I am your father.” No one laughs. A popcorn kernel falls out of Lily’s mouth. “Waaaait…this wasn’t a joke?”
Upon realizing she was failing Potions, and possibly wouldn’t be accepted into the Auror program, Nymphadora Tonks decided to do whatever she had to do sixth year to get her Potions NEWT.
Receiving the grade involved three things: her newfound ability to change her features to match a photograph, a picture of a young red-headed woman laughing, and Snape’s utter lack of remorse
The utter disgusting-ness of what she’s done makes her realize, six years into her Hogwarts career, that she really is a Hufflepuff after all - that she values hard work, patience, and honesty. That she should have valued them a little more before slipping behind a closed door with Snape, before letting him call her Lily, before learning things about the school’s worst teacher that she will never be able to unsee.
It’s after that unfortunate experience that she decides, NEWT or no NEWT…she’s going to earn her grade, and her spot as an Auror. Because she’s a Hufflepuff, goddammit. And Hufflepuffs don’t cheat for the grade.