Disclaimer: This is my first attempt to write something that isn't even slightly comedic, so please be kind. It's inspired by the 90s TV show My So Called Life. I'd be happy if you could R&R.
A/N: I do not own Harry Potter or any of his friends, and as much as I would like to have rights to Jordan Catalano, I don't own My So Called Life either.
Sometimes it seems like we're all living in some kind of prison. And the crime is how much we hate ourselves. It's good to get really dressed up once in a while. And admit the truth: that when you really look closely? People are so strange and so complicated that they're actually... beautiful. Possibly even me.
Angela Chase
Rita
Half-Blood
Hufflepuff 6th year
It's all overrated, really. Going to Hogwarts, making those "you'll be lucky to drop that name later in life" connections, getting a respectable job and being matched in a convenient, smugly grinned upon engagement. That's all you're expected to achieve in life. Unless of course you're a girl. Then you can scrap finding a job if you'd like. But if you do that you'd better pop out a few magical babies.
Haven't you ever wondered if there's more? All my life, people have asked me what my surname is, then given me a confused look. "Well that's not a wizarding name at all." Then they ask me who my mum is, and the look of bewilderment becomes one of dark understanding. Oh. Her. The one that disgraced her family when she ran off with a muggle. "We've been wondering if you'd show any powers." Why wouldn't I? Sometimes I wish I wasn't a witch. Would I still get those looks? Would I be happier if I lived another life?