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All She Wanted
All she wanted was someone to listen, but nobody could even give her that.
She would sit in the first floor toilets, wailing to creatures of china that would never hear her cries and complaints. Nobody else went in there after a while, because they did not want to be disturbed by her shrieks.
All she wanted was someone to call a friend, but nobody could possibly give her that.
Nobody would talk to her, except Olive Hornby, and she was the complete opposite of friend. She teased her beyond mere cruelty with accusations far from correct. Everybody was made to hate the crybaby Hufflepuff girl with the 'four eyes' glasses. The teachers noticed this, but of course, they couldn't make the others like her.
All she wanted was someone to love, but nobody could ever give her that.
She was particularly taken by a Slytherin sixth year, Tom Riddle. But he was a pureblood (or so they thought) and she was a muggle-born, so it would never happen. She would think of him as she dragged her feet along the halls, as she mindlessly nibbled at her toast, as she crouched on the floor of the lavatories, tears replacing words.
All she wanted was to die, and that was the one thing that she got.