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Pleasing Everyone's Hard

Pleasing Yourself Is Harder

The last couple of days at Hogwarts were always the most grueling, especially if you were never coming back

After this each of us were expected to go and explore new places, do adventurous and imperative tasks and become somebody. I mean that's what Hogwarts was for right? To help you figure out what exactly it is you want to be and give you the skills to accomplish it.

But what if I decided to change my "thing" and right when time is up? And I no longer have time for training and preparation, I mean I'm graduating! I'm supposed to be about to embark on the greatest voyage of my life! But instead I'm sitting on my red and gold bedcovers in the dormitory, bawling my eyes out because my parents are sending me off on the wrong voyage to their dream and there's absolutely nothing I can do.

This is where I would be owling my oh-so-supportive mother about my distress and she would owl back comforting words that would make the worry vanish. But not this time, sigh. It's her and the man she calls my father's fault.

They always did shove the Auror rubbish down my throat and I happily swallowed as long as I was still their little princess. Hmph, but as soon as I decided to spit some out and give opinions for myself they send me off to some obscure country, left there to be dealt with by bizarre relatives. They sure were lovely.

That's it enough moping, I would enjoy this last week at Hogwarts if it was the last thing I did. Wiping away the tears and performing a small spell on my eccentric blue eyes to get rid of some of the redness and puffiness, I made my way down the stairs of the girl's dormitory into the Hogwarts Common Room.

"Hey watch out for that-"

"Watching out Fred" I replied smoothly as I gracefully dodged one of their hazardous Weasley Gags.

"Ello Drew" George greeted confidently. "Hey" I replied while taking a seat next to him on the plush couch.

"Oi Drew! Watch this!" Fred said animatedly as he sent what appeared to me a bright blue butterfly towards the general direction of Ron and Harry.

Once the butterfly had received the attention of the two poor pawns it quickly exploded in an array of brightly colored smoke, leaving Ron and Harry with elephant trunks.

The Gryffindor Common Room quickly erupted with good-natured laughter as they watched Ron and Harry try to slap each other with their newly acquired noses.

This is what the last week at Hogwarts was supposed to be like.

Next Morning

I could already hear the excited morning chatter of the girls dormitory, it should have excited me as well.

Except for the fact I wasn't keen on leaving Hogwarts, not just yet anyway.

I reluctantly shoved the covers off me and looked around at the chaos.

Every single one of the girls where running around, looking for lost earrings, matching outfits, and applying make-up.

"Drew have you seen my green sparkly turtle earrings?" my friend Demetria asked as she looked through my covers.

"Hey! What if I wasn't wearing any knickers!?" I asked as I held the covers to myself protectively. Demetria rolled her pretty hazelnut eyes and continued her mad earring hunt.

I sat up groggily, reaching for a pair of discarded jeans from last night and a white t-shirt from my trunk. One quick look in the mirror told me it was best to perform a quick charm on my hair, and with that I was headed for the Great Hall.

If there was one thing that made Drew want to get up in the mornings was the prospect of something mouth-watering and edible. (one thing me and drew have in common :)

As she made her way down to the Great Hall she received several nods and waves which she returned with her own cheerful smile , even though she felt as though she was being ripped up inside.

How could they send me off to the middle of bloody nowhere!? I don't know anybody there! I don't speak the language and how do they know it's not some type of cult where the prey on young naïve witches!? My parents were brilliant (note the sarcasm).

Drew entered the Great Hall quickly and quietly, determined on getting her fair share of calories and carbohydrates before her image-obsessed friends arrived.

She approached the Gryffindor table, spotting Fred and George having an animated conversation with the Gryffindor's Quidditch captain, Oliver Wood. Which was a normal sight; if there was one thing the twins loved more than being silly was quidditch.

Still contemplating her parents "brilliantness" she took a seat next to George who regarded her presence with a wicked grin, Drew replied with a half-hearted lopsided smile and began filling her plate with artery clogging deliciousness.

It seemed as though the conversation between the Gryffindor Quidditch team captain and the twins ended abruptly upon Drew's arrival.

Drew watched as Oliver gave both twins a nod and retreated back to his quidditch obsessed pals.

"What's up with pretty boy Oliver?" Drew asked between forks full of scrambled egg.

"Pretty boy's having some personal problems, nothing to worry your pretty little head about" Fred replied while giving Drew a demeaning pat on the head.

"Hmph" Drew replied as she scowled at Fred.

If it was one thing Drew hated more than not eating it was definitely being referred to as younger, incompetent and/or incapable.

"So what's wrong with Drew today, don't think I missed that little thoughtful look you had on as you came in, oh and by the way your presence will be required at the Burrow. Mum's dying to see everybody before they go off to university and whatnot" George said as he smiled at Drew.

At the mention of the twins loveable mother Drew instantly burst into sobs.

"Aaaaaahhhhh! What's wrong with her!? Make her stop Fred!" George pleaded frantically with Fred.

"I don't know what's happening! Maybe she's having one of her "days"" Fred offered.

"You're both idiots! Now hug me and shut up" George instantly wrapped his arms around the still sobbing Drew as she dug her head into his neck. Whilst Fred just sat there looking apologetic.

They obviously couldn't understand what was wrong with her and the person at fault was Drew; for not telling them about her parents wishes. She wished she didn't have to tell them anything was wrong. She wished her parents would let her decide her own future. She wanted to be a Healer, not an Auror. She wanted to help people and make them feel better while they were going through some of the most painful moments in their lives.

Why couldn't her parents accept that!?

She had been very serious about her possible career as a Healer. She had taken Herbal Healing Remedies along with other classes that would aid her in her task of becoming a Healer. Yet her parents had still not taken her seriously and decided what could've been one of the biggest decisions of her life for her.

Her parents would never be satisfied until their daughter was an Auror and the fact that Drew was not willing to satisfy their every wish for the first time angered Drew. She shouldn't have to choose between being what she wanted and pleasing her parents.

Sigh, why was Drew being so emotional?

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