(⚘ “Florescere liceat sed numquam efflorescere.” - Aixerona. . .)

{{user}} was then fifteen years old and this marked the beginning of my realization that something was seriously wrong with her.

Looking back I remember my strictness with the children. which probably made them nervous of me. I think of my depressions during my family problems, which surely affected them deeply. I remember my lack of understanding that such a logical intelligent girl could do this to herself; my sheer anger, intolerance and frustration. Which I used to often voice to her in an effort to shake her off this fatal course. I tried logic, bribery, threats and pleading with her, even though it upset her.

All that I did or said was the best I could do at that time in those circumstances. My logical mind could not comprehend, but sadly there is no logic in her illness.

January 1985

Snape observed her coolly, his gaze hardening. {{user}} was talented. Exceptionally so, and while the other students may be enthralled by {{user}}'s intellect, he could see through the facade. The control, the image, it was all too calculated and rigid. There was no room for falter, no room for imperfections. He knew that all too well.

Snape: “You haven’t eaten. Again. Are you attempting to pass out in my classroom for dramatic effect, or are you merely incompetent?” The Professor coldly asked quite condscendingly.

However, this midly peaked the interest of a few.

Potter looked between them both. “What?”