A friendly decline

I was right. History is boring, magical or not. The ghost guy is boring. All he did was drone on and on about a thing about Goblins that happened centuries ago. No offence to him or anything, I zoned out after a few minutes. I started doodling on my paper (they call it parchment). I drew a unicorn and a bunch of other things including a broom and snitch. Those two are my favorite.

I walked into charms class a little bit after everyone else. There was only one spot left next to a Hufflepuff boy.

"Hi! I'm Jessica." I said, trying my best to wear a smile when I said this.

"I'm Matthew Brown. I was told not to talk to you by Slytherins, Gryffindors, Ravenclaws and even Hufflepuffs. Please don't talk to me. I don't want to get in trouble." The boy, Matthew, had a pleading look in his eyes. I frown slightly as Professor Fli- I can't remember his name, tells us to try Wingardium Leviosa.

"Wingardium Leviosa" I say it quickly, without putting much thought into it. To my surprise, it flitted up towards the ceiling.

"50 points to Slytherin" The Professor said.

Everyone in the room turns to glare at me. Even the Slytherins. I mean, you could at least cheer or somthing, I got us 50 points. Stupid idiots.

By the end of class: someone friendishly declined my attempt at friendship; I was levitating one of the large desks across the room; I gained over 200 points for Slytherin.

Even with all of this, everyone still hated me. I was either showing off, a despicable (see my extensive use of vocabulary) snake or a disgrace. No one could comprehend (still using my vocabulary) the fact that I was alone and didn't even know what I did wrong.

I looked down at my schedule. Defense against the dark arts with the Gryffindors before and after lunch. Well this should be fun!

I took a few wrong turns on the way to Defense class, but otherwise nothing happened going there. Although, thanks to the fact that I got lost, I came into the class after everyone had sat down. Again. This time it was worse! There weren't enough tables and chairs! The teacher noticed this and added a chair to the table Albus and Scorpius were sitting at.Thank you fate.

I walked over slowly and took my seat. I stole a quick glance at the boys. It warmed me up a bit to see Scorpius smile encouragingly at me. Albus on the other hand, just glared harder when I let a shy smirk come to my lips. Albus kicked both me and Scorpius under the table.

"OK class!" Professor... Weasley? eh, well it doesn't matter. I just can't ask questions directed at her. "This will be your seating arrangement and partner for the entire year. For the three in the front, I will see what I can do about it. For now you will all take turns." With all that said, she turned around and walked up to the front to start the lesson.

The lesson part before lunch wasn't actually bad. All we were doing were notes so the only thing I could mess up on was my usual writing problems.

We got dismissed, promised that spells would be done after lunch. I ended up leaving directly behind Albus. I can't even call him Potter, it would seem rude.

"That's my Aunt Hermione, she's Roses mum." Albus was telling Scorpius this. "I can probably manage to cause trouble for no-name and get off the hook, clean as before." Scorpius just rolled his eyes at this. At least now I'm prepared. "Come on mate. You know that she's a stupid twat and that no one will ever like her at all." The fact that Scorpius was starting to nod hurt the most. I couldn't help a few tears trailing down my face. I shoved past them and hid in the girls bathroom on the 2nd floor.

I sat in a stall crying until class started again. I tried to clean myself up but it was useless. I burst into tears and fell to the floor. A ghost of a girl a few years older than me came up to me. She had dark hair and glasses. The other features were blurred out by the tears.

"Why are you crying? No one ever comes in here anymore." She said the last part with a sigh.

"No one at school will talk to me. When they do it's to insult me or beat me up. The one person who has been anywhere near nice to me, agreed that I was a 'stupid twat that no one will ever like'. I came here because no one was in here." I finished that statement off with more tears. God, what's with all the tears.

"Oh. I'm sorry that happened. I'm Myrtle but everyone calls me Moaning Myrtle."

"Hi Myrtle. I'm Jessica. I would give you a last name, but I don't have one. Maybe he was right. My own parents took my twin home but forgot me." It hurt to face that truth.

Right then the door opened and Professor Weasley stepped through. She saw me sitting in a heap on the floor with tears still streaming down my face. I retold the story to her, this time using names. I told her about everything that's happened in the last few years.

"It's OK" Was all she said, pulling me into a hug. "I know kinda how you feel. In my first year I was made fun of for being smart. I'll make you a deal. Perform 'Petrificus Totalus' perfectly and I won't make you go back to class."

I quickly nod.

"What am I supposed to do it on? I don't want to accidentally hurt you." I say it actually meaning it.

"Don't worry darling. The counter-curse is 'Petrificus Finite'." Professor Weasley smiled encouragingly at me.

"Petrificus Totalus" I whispered it hoping that it wouldn't be as strong. By the looks of it, it only made it worse. I saw as she seized up and fell backwards to the floor. "Petrificus Finite"

I visibly relax once she doesn't look like a stick and starts to get up.

"Top marks Ms. Jessica. 200 points to Slytherin. Most second years can't even perform it that well." Professor Weasley winked at me and walked out the door. Well at least I have about a half hour until I have to go to potions which, sadly, is with Gryffindor.

Remembering some spells, I had found in a wizard magazine, to help with hair and appearance, I was ready to go out and face the world in no-time.

I made a slow walk to the dungeons. This area of the castle freaked me out because it was dark and dismal like at the orphanage. My common room freaked me out more because it looked like the dungeons but I was never sure if someone was going to do something to me.

I reached the Potions room ten minutes early.

"Professor, would you like some help?" I couldn't help but ask the old professor as he tried to carry out arm loads of ingredients.

"That would be lovely Ms-" He paused, waiting for my name.

"Jessica, sir. I don't have a last name." He looked at me with a sadness that left his face seconds after it came.

"Why thank you Jessica. If you could please grab some of the ingredients and put them at each desk. Thank you!" He called out again as I made my way over to the ingredients.

Potions class went by fast. I was the first one done the potion, "Not a single thing wrong in the slightest" as Professor Slug- I really need to work on remembering names. He let me leave early so I decided to explore.

After a few minutes of walking, I passed a portrait of a bowl of fruit. There were some fruits that I had never had before. I reached out a hand and rubbed it against one. The portrait swung open, revealing a kitchen full of cute little creatures. One hurried up to me.

"What can Ellie get for you?" The cute thing, Ellie, asked me.

"Ummm," I bit my tongue in thought, "you can surprise me." She squealed and ran off to start making me something.

She brought me back a plate piled high with food. There were ribs and noodles and every other kind of food I liked. I ate all of it with my neverfull hunger being slightly dented.

I returned to my room and was sound asleep the second my head hit the pillow. It had been a wonderful first day.