Mental
Each of these short stories will focus on a different mental illness. Each one will be centered around a character from Harry Potter. They are not in any way linear or related to each other.
All characters and stuff belong to J.K Rowling.
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It's not enough. Ending on a five is bad news. She needs two more words to make it end on a seven. Everything ends on seven. Everything has to end on a seven now. She can't have it any other way.
Her thesis is long enough. She has been obsessively writing it for god knows how long. It doesn't need any more ideas introduced; just two words.
Her hands are covered in ink. She stands up abrubtly, still annoyed by the word count. She feels defeated.
She steps backwards away from the table slowly as if she thinks it will attack her while her back is turned. She walks to the bathroom easily enough; she goes there so much that she could probably do it in the dark with her feet tied together.
Light floods the bathroom. She looks around suspiciously before turning the taps on. These days she is always on edge. She always expects a Death Eater to jump out and take her away or kill her. She knows it's silly. She knows they are all dead. She just can't help it.
She watches as the water slowly consumes her hands, washing some of the ink away.
She picks up the soap and twirls it around in her fingers. She washes the suds away and starts over. Wash, rinse and repeat. 7 times.
A signifigant amount of time passes before the taps are turned off with pink and slightly wrinkled fingers.
She knows that she could do it all with a wave of her wand but somehow this feels more refreshing. It calms her down.
She walks back towards the table smoothly and smiles a little. She picks up the pen and scribbles two words on the parchment;
Hermione Granger.
That one should have been pretty obvious but try and guess what it was because I want to know how obvious to be about them. Should I continue?