Loneliness. The absence of human companionship. She could read every book in every library (magical or Muggle) and she would still be unable to completely categorize the emotions running through her. Loneliness. Even when surrounded by people, as she often was, there was an emptiness inside of her that she knew could only be filled by having that intense emotional connection with another person. She had read all about it. She understood the biological side effects and knew all the theories. But she was quickly learning that books couldn't teach a person everything. Some things require living. Like loneliness… and love.
Loneliness. What a curious feeling. One that she was quite unaccustomed to. She spent most of her time alone, and rather enjoyed her own company. How strange, though, to feel the need for a friend after all this time. But it was more than friendship she desired and she knew it. She spent so much of her time observing those around her. One of the side-effects of people thinking she was crazy—they tended to pay her little attention. She was quickly learning, however, that there is a large difference between silently observing life as it happened to other people and living it herself. She was experiencing loneliness… when would she experience love?