I feel so lonely up here… They hardly notice me, no matter how hard I bang, no matter how loud I howl.Why don't they listen ?
Sometimes I wonder if they'd accept me if I had red hair like the rest of them.
Would they share their secrets with me ?
Would I have my own needle on the clock ?
Would someone comfort me if I feel scared at night ?
Probably not.
There's no place for someone like me, even in the Wizarding world. Who'd care about a lousy old ghoul who lives in an attic ?