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Maeve Macmillan liked to write. It didn't matter if it was writing her thoughts in her diary, short stories in a journal, articles for newspapers, essays for homework, letters to her parents, simple reminders on her hand, quotes on parchment to stick on the walls of her room or even the small notes that she would write anonymously to the boy with the horrific scars and kindest words, the boy with the brightest smile and saddest eyes or to the boy who was so desperately trying to prove that he was strong. Sometimes, it was completely okay to not be okay, and it was very comforting to know that somebody somewhere not only paid attention to you, but was also rooting for you (in a non-creepy, stalker-ish way, of course). Maeve was completely fine with being anonymous. In fact, she preferred it. Which was why she was practically horrified to hear that the Marauders were looking hard and wide for the person who had been leaving them and everybody else these notes for the past seven years that had gotten them through thick and thin. Marauder's Era AU Copyrighted @2020 © All Rights Reserved Book cover and aesthetics made by me. However, I do not own any of the images used.
LOVE, SOMEBODY
