Hello peeps! What's up? Have a new fic I've decided to start, and I wanna give you guys a quick warning.

It deals a little with eating disorders, and if it may be a trigger for any of you then I suggest you don't read to keep yourself safe. I am not promoting eating disorders at all; they are a very bad thing that should be avoided at all costs.

I do not own anything except the plot I guess, and it's a bit of an angst story.

Enjoy!

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It was a quiet night at the Wizardry school of Hogwarts, which was surprising given the amount of mischief and rule breaking that continually occurred inside the old brick walls. Dinner had ended just a little bit before, and most of the students were relaxing in their respective common rooms, some doing homework while others were just kicking back after another stressful school day.

It wasn't a very big consolation though, since everyone was mostly aware that the next day is usually just a general repeat of every other day before.

There was one girl that wasn't spending time with the other people in her house though, and it's no big surprise that no one really noticed.

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The ground was a hard place to sit on with her rather bony bottom, and she knew that if she stayed sitting for too long a rather nasty bruise might appear there the morning after.

Thin legs sprawled on the floor of the cramped place she had holed herself up in since sometime during dinner, and too large robes practically drowned out the petite girl wrapped in it.

She was slumped over on the floor with her arms acting as a pillow for her head, the hard stones just as painful on her arms as her butt. She was too exhausted to care much, though, and even if she did get up, she didn't think it would be wise to risk the chance of falling over. Her head felt rather light headed and her throat burned, but it was a feeling she had learned to endure.

She could feel that her body had returned to its weak, deprived state it had been in before the terror of dinner had occurred, and she felt as if she could somewhat breath more freely again.

The sick sense of relief she felt was precisely what she had been yearning and hoping for and some of her guilt had left when she had flushed the remains of her dinner down the toilet. Of course there was still enough guilt left in her to encourage her self-depreciative mood, but at least now she felt a little more able to face the world again.

Her shallow breaths had finally evened out somewhat, and once her head had cleared a little, she pushed her hands against the floor and rose to her knees. Her arms shook rather pathetically under her as she came to her feet, and she braced her hands against the walls of the bathroom stall she had hid away in to perform her secret relief.

Once the strength returned to her limbs, she walked out of the stall to wash her hands and rinse out her mouth. She made sure to smooth out her rather straight hair and her clothing, before she made her way out of Moaning Myrtle's restroom.

Her trip to the Gryffindor tower was spent beating herself up for her moment of weakness at dinner time, and after she had given herself a thorough scolding, she vowed to not let the same thing happen again. She would be strong and resilient from now on, she swore, even though deep down she knew that she could only keep it up for so long.

When she reached her dormitory and her robe was flung off, her body practically collapsed onto the large bed. The bones on her back cried out in protest as the het the bad that wasn't soft enough for her fragile body.

Ginny Weasley fumbled for the sleeping draught waiting for her on her dresser, and with relief she fell into sleep.