The thing I'm most terrified in life? Death.

Wait, no that sounds wrong.

I mean... well, yes part of me is kinda scared of dying but that's mostly if there's any pain before death.

I hurt so easily.

But no, it because… well I was watching this programme the other day, Crimewatch, at my house, in the summer, before we moved, (now we don't have a bloody telly; stupid mothers.) and there was this person who had been attacked by burglars.

But I wasn't thinking about that. The whole time, I couldn't stop feeling sorry for this poor bloke, because they had such a mean family.

I mean WHO in their right mind would choose that photo for their beloved to be remembered by.

And that's what I'm scared of.

I don't want the whole nation to think I'm an ugly fucker.

And no I'm not vain.

It's just… come on you have to agree with me.

Alright, well I should probably start on this homework then…

I am... gladly alive right now?

I scratched the words out and huffed, glaring at the parchment and quill.

What sane teacher would assign you this task?

Write a two foot long essay about yourself. It had said.

How was my life supposed to fit onto a two foot long essay?

I crumpled up the paper with one hand, throwing it into the fire, and sitting back, I threw the rest of my equipment away.

I really had to fight for this house when I got sorted.

As if Hufflepuff would be good enough for me.

…

Why didn't I choose bloody Hufflepuff?

It's so awkward, and it has been for 4 years, (5 soon)! It's just me, Puja Patil and Rose Weasley, in our dorm. I'm indifferent to them, as they are me. We can't choose where to live, so we manage. Not that I would have anywhere to go if I could in fact choose.

We three are as different as…as a witch, a hag and a troll. Don't judge me; I'm no good at these comparisons.

(I'm the troll, if you were wondering)

So I'm gonna sum it up for y'all,

Jaja (Puja) = classic geek, glasses and all. You gotta love her.

Rosie (Rose) = classic bitchy flirt. Many hate her. Me? I'm just envious.

Me = classic love.

If you don't understand that, it means that I have no particular friends, I don't stick to one friendship group, I'm by myself, yet everyone knows me and most like me. I'm not a loner, I'm a lover.

I'm not going to be big headed and say people love me.

(Some do, I've had my fair few stalkers in the past and I give great advice so I'm now Hogwarts' Agony Aunt thus, girls love me)

It's simple really.

…

Though, I do hate Rose's looks.

I bet Albus does too.

(Al = sex-bomb, unknown to himself (and Rose. (He really is sexy though, I don't understand how he doesn't realise!)))

Hehe.

Despite her mother having wild, raging hair that takes literally hours to contain, she didn't get that gene; or the bookworm gene.

I mean, of course she has ginger hair; it would be going against every law if a Weasley didn't have ginger hair.

Discounting the fact that Albus and James Potter have black hair of course; but they're Potters, so it's ok.

The law is still in motion.

I better try this stupid essay again.

I am…

I'm not going to bore you with my homework though so don't worry. Let's get onto better things.

…

Hmm.

Well…

Alrighty then, there seems to be nothing.

See my problem? My life is as un-entertaining as it can get.

I shall…

Go…?

GO ON A LOVELY WALK!

Yes! My mind is genius, I know.

FYI, you can never guess the kind of things Hogwarts gets up to; it gets weirder and weirder each day.

It's unusually warm today so I decidedly take my stroll around Hogwarts' grounds, around the lake etc. rather than inside. And through my walk I catch glimpses of conversation, ranging from;

"How could he leave me? I'm perfect, all I've ever done was be perfect, who, like, can't not like that?" (Kayla Cayla Kara (her real name) = Resident slutty idiot (who says 'cant not' that means can! Idiot.))

To;

"James you dingbat you are not in some teen movie! How the fuck did you think you'd get away with an ID that says 'Patrick Pussybreaker'? You egotistical fucker!" (Roxanne Weasley (Year above, like James (James' best friend)) = Classic uncontrollable mouth (spreads shit about who knows and can't control the swearing/insults))

I love Hogwarts.

"Hiya Brown!"

"Hey Goodridge!" I greeted Danny Goodridge (=Resident perv, (nothing more to say about him.)) back as I walked to dinner.

I got a few hellos along the way, most people walking my way anyway, but faster than I was walking.

I started to twirl and dance my way to the Great Hall, singing to myself.

'Hopelessly Devoted to You' – Grease; if you were wondering. Top tune.

Yeah I also forgot to mention I am 'Resident Nutter' as well.

Solely for the reason I like to dance my way to lessons and that I sing to myself.

Psh. Nutter, yeah right.

But of course when you enter the Great Hall, even if you're classed as a nutter, you have to cease the dancing and at least tone the singing down.

So I do and I twirl/sit down at my usual seat that everyone knows is my seat and I start to pile on the salad.

I may eat healthily but I do eat a lot.

I carried on my singing in an undertone, swaying slightly on my seat, with people around me not concerned for my mental health.

I've been tested so technically I'm not a nutter.

"Hey sis, still no friends?"

"Hey, still no life?" I asked trough a mouthful of tomato.

"What are you insinuating?" Trix asked in mock outrage, with a dramatic gasp.

"What do you want Trix?" I asked with an eye roll.

"Nothing, nothing… oh… my… GOD 'JamesPotteraskedmeoutand..." She stopped for a quick breath. "at first... Iwaslikeno...waydolt'butisaidyesintheend!" She informed me in a rush, though, knowing my sister for 15 years means I can decipher her slur.

"So, James Potter… the biggest twat in the school asked you out and you…you said yes? Wow, Trix, I never thought I'd say this but I am completely and sincerely disappointed in you." I told her truthfully. I never was one to go around the point, bluntness was my speciality. Her face fell completely and I could see tears forming in her eyes.

Jeez, drama queen, did she really care that much about my opinion?

I'm touched.

I shrugged and went back to eating. "Sorry sis, you're just too good for him, he may be a Potter," I agreed with a scoff, I didn't agree with their high status in this school, just because of their father's achievements, they couldn't live of it forever. "But he's too much of an egotistical man-slag." She looked completely crushed and nodded, hanging her head.

"Ok." She agreed in a small voice. I sighed, feeling bad, she was more vulnerable than the rest of us, not with any mental issue or anything she just was.

"Ugh, look I'm not saying don't go out with him, go on the date but be weary, don't have sex with him or I wont talk to you and don't, I repeat, don't ever introduce us. Or will tell mum." I threatened. Her face had been brightening considerably through the whole speech until it was nearly splitting in half.

"Oh wow, that's amazing! Thank you and I promise! But oh please don't tell mum or she'll kill me! Thanks Pi-!"

"Don't say my name." I said quickly, in a low voice.

"Oh I forgot sorry sis. I'll see you later!" She leant forwards and kissed my forehead before walking off. "AND I WON'T HAVE SEX WITH HIM!" She shouted after herself, even cupping her hands around her mouth, getting a few weird looks.

I'm sorry can you repeat that?

…

Jesus, she is so adorable.

N'awww

He better not break her or I will break him.

…

What? Me have something against James Potter? No! Of course not.

You see the sarcasm?

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