It was just another day, teachers hounding for homework, people yelling at one another in the cafeteria, yet to you it didn't really matter. You were worried about afterwards, when you got home. 'Did I get my chores done? Anything left where it shouldn't be? Any words said that shouldn't have been?' You shivered, trying to shove the thought aside. You looked at the huge clock on the other side of the room, 12:32. You had a good twenty minutes before lunch was dismissed, and your friend, Jesse, the only person who shared your lunch period, was absent. It shouldn't really matter, the two of you never really talked anyways. The only reason you two sat together was to spare the humiliation of having to sit alone.
You dug through your backpack, til you found what you were looking for. You smiled, 'Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.' This had to be the 9th time you have read this you had read it. You were more into it now that the movie had been issued out. You got to see it twice, which was a thrill for you. You barely had any spare money to go do anything normal kids did. You loved near the end when Hermione says, "Everything's going to change isn't it?"
Harry striding to her merely saying, "Yes." Your heart always skipped a beat to that, as if Harry were talking to you. You knew everything about Harry Potter from their birthdays to the list Death Eaters. You took magazine articles, read and reread every book you could. Sometimes you distorted them to fit your world. From the moment you were 13, and noticed that you and Harry shared the same last name, you wanted to be there with him. You believed you looked like him. Your dark navy blue eyes, pale ivory complexion, your hair that used to be honey blonde, but you dyed black with brown highlights.
Your 16 year old self had been told too many times how childish you were becoming, but you ignored their snares. The lunch bell rang, and 4th period was about to begin. You sat in the back, so you could daydream. As soon as Mrs. Whaley began talking you slipped out of your world into the Wizarding. You were in Charms class, with your all time crush, Ron Weasley, by your side. You were studying Shield Charms, while tiny Professor Flitwick wrote on the board. Ron passed you a note, 'You paying attention to this?' You smiled as you wrote. 'I was til you bothered me.' He grinned as he read it. Flitwick divided the class into pairs to practice the charm. When it was your time to try it you got distracted, and got hit with a full force jinx.
You fell to the ground with a thud. "Are you alright?" someone said. You looked up to be staring at Mrs. Whaley. She had a mixture of pity and rage on her face. "Yes," you say, "I'm alright." You went back to your desk as you heard snickers and giggles around you. "Well," Mrs. Whaley started. "If all disruptions have ended, I'd like to wish all of you a happy weekend." The rest of the classes went by in a whir. The humiliation still simmering around you. Your last period came, but miserably a pep rally took its place. You sat away as far as you could, hoping that the noise couldn't get to you. You saw your friend Maegan and waved to her.
She waved back, beaming. "Found some good seats did ya?" You nodded solemnly. "I heard what happened to you in Whaley's class," Maegan said with a hint of laughter in her voice. You didn't say anything. Maegan bit her lower lip, "Maybe you should talk to someone about this." You huffed, so Maegan spoke louder, "It just doesn't seem healthy." You locked with her gaze, "It makes me happy, isn't that good enough for anyone?" You two left it at that.