" Where have my shoes gone this time?" I mutter in frustration this was the 3rd pair that has gone missing this week.
" Accio shoes." I say hoping for them to magically appear.
All of mine missing shoes immediately came back to me along with some other peoples. It irritates me when people decide to hide my things from me it's always happened to me. Even at my muggle school I was to weird for peoples liking so they thought it would be funny to take my things and hide them from me. All I remember about those years is that I would always go home crying cause I wouldn't be able to fit in. I thought that since I would be going to a school that had many people that had the same abilities that I did I would be able to make some friends. I was very wrong no one wants anything to do with me they just laugh at me.
" Loony come on you will be late to class." Snickers someone.
" Don't call me that." I mutter under my breath.
I grab my belongings from their designated hiding place and quickly run out of the common room. Divinations went very quickly I was disappointed it was my favorite class. Every time I go in the Great Hall I hear people whisper my name as I walk past it never seems to change. They don't see the tears I cry every night or feel the pain that I do.
Everyday I run into the library and try my best to keep my mind off of what was going on in my messed up life. All this started after my mother's death and the thought of her brings tears to my eyes. I could always tell her what was on my mind and she would always have an answer. But now I am going at these problems alone and just hoping that these days would get better.
" Luna it's almost curfew I don't want you to get caught in the corridors." Says Madame Pince.
" Oh ok thank you. " I say giving her a smile.
I gather my things and quickly make my way back to the common room.
I answer the riddle and sit in front of the fire. I never sit on the couch someone charmed it to trap me one time. I watch the flames dance and I feel the tears form in my eyes. My mother would always play with fire and make pictures in the flames. She made me smile and when she died I didn't smile as much. I feel tears start running down my cheeks I don't even bother wiping them away.
" Luna are you ok?" asks someone.
" No I'm not and if you are trying to find my things good luck." I say before bursting into sobs.
" Oh Luna I don't want to take you things." Says Cho as she tries to comfort me.
" Go away I want to be left alone. Don't try being nice to me you don't even like me." I said shrugging her hand off my shoulder.
She seemed hurt but she left leaving me alone, which I was used to.