A/N: I found this is an old notebook, and at the time, I was going to make a bunch of one-shots about minor(ish) characters, and I'm going to try that this summer, so if you like it, there will be more on the way.

Disclaimer: I don't own HP.

I only work hard so I don't have to face myself all alone. I don't like myself- why should I? No one else does. Everyone loves Bill because he's cool; Charlie won every game for Gryffindor; Fred and George are funny- funny enough to apparently open a joke shop to rival Zonko's; Ron is best friends with Harry Potter; and Ginny's the first Weasley daughter in generations.

I'm just smart. What good will arithmancy and the goblin wars do when we're fighting for our lives?

Nothing.

But I'm too far in now. It's a viscous cycle. I study to clear my mind of my insecurities. But once I'm done, I'm even worse off. It's no wonder my family hates me now. I'll be no use in the war- I'll only be a detriment. So they rid themselves of me before I could end up costing their lives.