My name is Lavender Brown

My name is Lavender Brown. My best friend is Parvati Patil. That's a lie, actually. I'm all alone in the world. It's true. My parents died when I was 8, and… it's a long story. Let me start from the beginning.

I was born on August 1. I can't say my parent's names. It's too painful. Anyway, in kindergarten, I meet Parvati. I was very shy. So shy that no one would talk to me. Only Parvati. I didn't like her. She was a ditz. But she was the only one would talk to me. So she became my best friend. Well, sort of. To her, yes, but to me, no. She was not my best friend in my mind.

When I was 8, my parents died in a car accident. I was so depressed, and Parvati didn't even notice. She didn't even help me. My Aunt Lucille, who I ended up living with, noticed my depression, and got me to a psychiatrist. I was happy. Parvati teased me about it. Some friend.

When I got excepted in to Hogwarts, my first thought was no Parvati. But she got excepted in to Hogwarts as well. Da** it.

At Olivander's I got my wand-Unicorn hair and phoenix feather, birch, 9 inches, quite supple, good for charms. Parvati also got her wand- also Phoenix and Unicorn hair, Willow, though, 12 inches, quite wippy, good for divination. How can I wand be good for divination? I thought, O well. I got in to Gryffindor. So did Parvati. Why, Why? WHY? I had to pretend to be like Parvati. To act like her. It's all simply an act. Why? Why must I live like this? I hate this. I hate it.

Disclaimer: Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil, Olivander's and Hogwarts belong to J.K Rowling. I own Lavender's and Parvati's wand lengths, as well as Lavender's parents and her Aunt Lucille. You can have 'em, though. Review?