Looney.
That is what her peers called her, though it was not the worst of the names. She would walk down the halls, and they would cup their hands and whisper nasty things about her to the person next to them. It is their naiveté that kept them believing she was oblivious to what they said.
But she heard every word.
She could have, if she wanted to, confronted them. Call them out and bluntly ask what she had ever done to them that made them mock and ridicule her. To slander her name with lies; to make all the good she had done seem worthless.
But she didn't want to.
She didn't want to because she knew why they did it. They told themselves they gossiped and made fun because she was weird. She was different from them, and believed in crazy theories. She went against the norm publicly, openly. She was outspoken and had opinions that no one else shared.
But that wasn't the exact reason they hated her.
Jealousy drove them. They hated her because she was not ashamed to speak her mind. She had courage. Courage express a belief; courage to be wrong. Courage to wonder; to think outside the box; to not hide who she was. They on the other hand, lied to themselves. They liked to pretend they were happy; pretend they believed in what they said; pretend that they were their own person.
But the truth was they were owned by the others.
She wasn't. So she let them believe that she was blissfully ignorant to their comments. It was the right thing to do, she told herself- a little bit of happiness and a chance to feel superior for such a sad group. A group so insecure that they could not stand to be away from the pack. Besides, it didn't hurt her, or so she said.
But that was a lie, too.
If she would be honest with herself, she would admit that it hurt.
It always hurt.
But she would never let them know that.
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AN: Ehh...this isn't the best I've written (it took only like 10 minutes). It's my first HP non Herm/Ron fic. So idk....tell me what you think.