Disappointment
AlwaysPadfoot
You're a prefect.
You're so proud and so nervous at the same time, like you can barely believe that you're holding that little yellow and black badge.
You have to tell someone. Your parents will be proud of you for actually achieving something. You don't bother changing out of your pyjamas, you just clatter down the stairs with the letter and badge clutched in your hand. Your knuckles turn white from holding on too tight, because you're terrified you might lose it, or even worst like you just imagined it and it disappeared in a puff of smoke.
You can hear both of your parents in the kitchen, you smile so brightly that it almost hurts. When you walk into the kitchen, happier than ever, you bounce up to your Mum's side, "Mum look at this."
"Ernie, why aren't you changed? We need to leave straight after breakfast," she says urgently.
"But Mum -" you begin.
"Do as your Mum says," your Dad interrupts.
You open your mouth and then close it again in defeat. Disappointment fills your body, you push the letter and badge into your pocket. Both your parents go back to what they'd been doing before, like you had never been in the kitchen at all.
You guess you will just have to try again later.