Ravenclaw's Finest
I need a layout..

Why don’t I have one yet?

Oh..I’m lazy.

There was a boy she loved. A boy she loved very much.

There was a boy she loved. A boy she loved very much.

When I was younger, I always felt like something was missing.
Something was detached from me.  There was a part that wasn’t quite right and nothing could fill this mysterious void in my heart.
When my grandfather took me to see my grandmum’s grave for the first time, it was then I realized what it was.
It was on that day, at the age of six, that my grandfather told me about something I guess I had always known.
I had a brother. A twin brother, in fact.  My grandfather said he died in the womb shortly before we were born.  He told me not to cry though.  He said that while we were inside of my mum, that we were very close.  He told me we had nine months together as brother and sister, and that when he died, he was not alone.
He had me.  
It gives me some comfort, but it is not nearly enough.  I think it’s unfair that such a special bond was broken and that I get to live while he doesn’t.
The guilt I feel is not something I can explain in words.  I almost always question, daily, ‘Why me?’

When I was younger, I always felt like something was missing.

Something was detached from me.  There was a part that wasn’t quite right and nothing could fill this mysterious void in my heart.

When my grandfather took me to see my grandmum’s grave for the first time, it was then I realized what it was.

It was on that day, at the age of six, that my grandfather told me about something I guess I had always known.

I had a brother. A twin brother, in fact.  My grandfather said he died in the womb shortly before we were born.  He told me not to cry though.  He said that while we were inside of my mum, that we were very close.  He told me we had nine months together as brother and sister, and that when he died, he was not alone.

He had me.  

It gives me some comfort, but it is not nearly enough.  I think it’s unfair that such a special bond was broken and that I get to live while he doesn’t.

The guilt I feel is not something I can explain in words.  I almost always question, daily, ‘Why me?’

I often imagine my father was a heroic sort of guy who had great courage and wasn’t afraid to stand up for what he believed in. I’d like to think my bravery comes from him. That there’s some part of me that stands out to people and if they knew who he was, they knew who I was..they would say I’m just like him.
Lorelei 
She was voted most Beautiful Ravenclaw her 7th year.

She was voted most Beautiful Ravenclaw her 7th year.