Milicent never liked humans. They were too unpredictable, too cruel. They could be wilfully ignorant or even unwittingly arrogant, too caught up in their own little world to notice the pain and suffering of others.
She couldn't decide which were worse- adults or children. Adults played at being nice and kind while mocking others behind their back, while children are candid and cruel to your face.
They say what's on their mind, not a care in the world of how that might make others feel. Always watching for a moment of weakness, looking for a festering wound to prod at, like sharks in blood infested water.
Milicent knew she wasn't graceful like Daphne, confident like Pansy, athletic like Tracey, or even as smart as Hermione. She was just Milicent. A large girl with thick unruly hair. She was quiet, awkward, and a little slow. She grew up alone with only Faith as her friend.
Faith.
A large unruly kneazle, a tabby with shades of black and grey. Her blue eyes that glow in the dark, always waiting.
Her name was Faith, because she was ever faithful. Whenever I was home for break she was by my side, she'd sit in her carrier beside me on the train, and at school she was always by the common room door waiting to greet me after a long day of classes.
It was always just us. Milicent and Faith.