Dear Jessie,
Today… well I'm not even sure how to describe it. Everyone else was off in their classes, and so sue me, I decided that I didn't feel like going. It's not like I learn anything anyways, everyone else is way ahead of me in all my classes since they've all been here the entire time, and I have not.
So when I saw that I had the common room to myself, it was a relief. I don't think I've ever been the only only lounging around on that emerald green couch. I curled up in the big cozy arm chair, and I had a book with me, Divergent. I remember you saying that you liked it, so I thought I would give it a try. But I only remember reading a few pages before I dozed off. I guess the past couple of days have really taken their toll on me.
I was rudely awakened as I fell to the floor with a thump. There was a Slytherin, a seventh year I think, who had just dumped me out of my resting place. I got up with annoyance. 'What did you do that for?'
And he had the nerve to pretend that he was shocked at the accusing tone of my voice. 'Are you blaming me for something, mate? I promise you that I've done nothing wrong. I swear, I didn't see you there'. He smirked at me. So, sorry I know you don't like violence, but I was fed up, so I picked up my book and hurled it at him.
He easily stepped aside, and let it hit the wall with a soft thud. I felt myself getting angry, and for a moment, I thought of the Hulk. I know you're not as big a fan of comics as me, but you've heard of him at least, right? And just like Bruce Banner, I was afraid that the monster inside of me would get out again. And we already know how disastrous that would be. You know that better than anyone.
So I forced myself to take deep breaths, in through the nose, out through the mouth, until I felt my breathing slow down a little bit. I didn't say anything else, just turned to go back to my dorm room. But that guy grabbed me by the shoulder, taking me by surprise.
'Hey, I was talking to you. Are you really going to be so rude that you don't even answer me?'
I shrugged, trying to stay calm. I knew if I blew up again, then I would be finished here for sure. He whipped out his wand, which had probably been hidden in the deep pocket of his robes, and pressed it against the underside of my chin. 'You going to apologize or what?'
I reached up and grabbed at his wand. He jerked back, and tripped, over the back of his robes, I guess. He landed and there was a loud crunch. For a moment I thought it was bone. But when he stood up, he was cradling his wand, which had been split into two pieces. He glared at me, and ran forward to hit me. But he couldn't get any closer. There was some kind of invisible wall blocking him, and I just know that it was coming from me.
I turned and ran to my dorm room, and as you've probably guessed by now, yes, I'm hiding under my bed like the coward that I am. This place… these people… it's all slowly sucking the life out of me, I can tell. But there's no way to change it. And I'm sure I'll get in trouble for this soon enough, once he goes and tattles on me, and he'll probably say that I purposely broke his wand or something. At this point, though, getting expelled wouldn't really bother me as much as it should.
Yours always,
Sophie