fragile
We grow up hearing about love. Pureblood, half-blood, muggle-born. Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw. No matter who you are, they will tell you about the saving power of true love's kiss. What they never count is that love may never arrive, or that even if it does, it may go away and end your race. It must be one of those things that when you're a kid your parents say, "when you're older, you'll figure it out on your own" I mean, I think it's something like that, since for years of As a teenager I saw my friends walking on thin ice with love but never caring. Up to sixth grade. Hogwarts' sixth year isn't exactly the worst year of all. The fifth has the OWLs and the seventh has the NEWTs and that's where our anxiety, emotional and study schedule has to go crazy. But the sixth? The sixth is a means between them, a break to not get screwed. But everyone I know, including myself, decided to go into a collective outbreak in search of salvation from true love's kiss. It's just that adults are idiots to think that teenagers, as idiots as it is possible to be, are capable of receiving life's lesson and understanding it well. And life teaches us that love can even be good, but that it is fragile and needs care that teenagers are bad at having. We screwed up sixth grade because we didn't listen to life and played with something fragile with the delicacy of a baby elephant, dancing classical ballet, with pointe shoes on top of a skateboard.
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