A/N: WARNING there is self harm in this chapter. Not actually happening but it is obvious.
"Some idiot 5th years thought it would be funny." Hermione grumbled, after Hermione had taken care of a first year, whose hair was now bright pink.
She, Starri, and Stormi headed to the Room of Requirements, it has become tradition for the 3 girls to go there just to get away from the guys for a while. "I am so happy you two came along this year, before now I never got to act like a teenage girl, it was always studying, and having to listen about Quidditch." Hermione cheered as she heard a noise coming from the girl's bathroom
"Hey, does it sound like someone is crying to you?" Hermione asked the twins.
"Yeah, it does" Starri replied quizzically.
"I'll go take a look, you guys just go a head without me" Stormi told the two girls. She walked in to find the Slytherin girl she had expected bawling on the floor. Stormi put her hand on Pansy's shoulder and was quickly forced to step back as a pale fist swung at her.
"You," Pansy hissed as she saw Stormi's face. "I'll kill you, you little bitch."
"I do believe you are referring to my sister," Stormi corrected coldly. "And I must agree with you at some points, she is such a damn goodie-goodie sometimes. Everyone loves perfect Starri!" Stormi laughed a bit manically as Pansy stared at her, thoroughly bewildered.
"What," the black haired Slytherin said, "you mean she isn't little Miss Perfect?"
"You don't know the half of it!" Stormi hissed, "With my parents it's always 'Starri this' and 'Starri that' and 'Stormi watch out for Starri', just because some ghost possessed her when we were little."
"Oh you poor little thing," Pansy cooed sarcastically. "It must be so awful for you."
Stormi simply looked at Pansy before pulling up her left sleeve to reveal smooth skin up to her shoulder. She pulled her wand from her pocket and tapped the skin at her wrist, instantly her entire arm became riddled with cuts. Some were old and scarred but quite a few were recently scabbed.
"Well then," Pansy smirked, "That's something I didn't expect."
"I think we could help each other out," Stormi smiled, "we have something in common."
"Really now, and what might that be?"
"The loathing for my 'perfect' sister, the mask we wear for everyone else." Stormi listed, her words filled with venom.
Pansy glared at the Gryffindor with suspicion filled eyes, "Why are you telling me this?"
"Because you understand, because everyone throws you off for my sister." Stormi said matter-of-factly as she placed the concealment charm back on her arm. The cuts vanished, leaving perfectly smooth skin as the sleeve of her black school robes fell back in place. "Now do you need help with ideas?"
"Ideas for what?"
"Why for my sweet sister of course," Stormi replied with a snakelike grin.
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