Get me out of this trap.
One morning I woke up and realized I was 21 and hadn't really experienced life. After Hogwarts it was straight to college where I double majored in Potions and Transfiguration, leaving very little time for any sort of social life at all. I had done exactly what was expected of me, graduate Hogwarts valedictorian for my year, get together with my best-friend Ron Weasley, and go off to college where I would overachieve in everything. All that was left was to marry Ron and end up the next Mrs. Weasley, with a thousand little red haired brats running around, and me still managing to do something brilliant and change the world.
That morning I woke up in a cold sweat, seeing the life everyone else had planned for me flash before my eyes. Did I really want that? Did I really want to get a masters and go on to teach at Hogwarts, like everyone expected? Did I really want to marry Ron, I mean hell, did I even love him?
In my mind's eye I could see myself as some freaky Frankenstein of Professor McGonagall and Mrs. Weasley and knew exactly what I had to do.
I left school. I quit my internship. I broke up with Ron. Said hasty goodbyes to all my friends and refused to look back at the dumbstruck expressions that were surely there as they watched my whirlwind disappearance from their lives.