Colin really loved Quidditch.
He was never any good at it, no one ever played with him, but he watched every single game and I think if he could have played it would have been like a dream come true.
That's why I'm playing.
That's why I'm trying.
He can, somehow, live on through me.
I'm going to live his dreams for him.
Private to SelfI can talk about him without wanting to plunge myself off the tower.
Finally.
I'm not sure what's happening with me but... it feels better.