Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Women's History - Task 1: Write about a child dealing with the reality of having divorced parents.
Insane House Challenge: 972. Emotion - Frustrated
Writing Club: Disney Challenge - 7. Genie: Write about someone feeling trapped / Liza's Loves - 16. Lavender Martini: Write about Lavender
Word count: 479
Seas of red and blue
The woman looks over the rim of her glasses to raise an unimpressed eyebrow at Lavender. "Are you sure you feel fine?"
Lavender resists from shouting at the stupid school counselor. "Yes," she responds through gritted teeth. "Can I go back to class now?"
Mrs. Trelawney tuts, closing the small notebook she's been scribbling away in ever since Lavender entered the office. "I really must remind you, darling, that this only works if you're honest with me. It's easier for the healing process to start if you let yourself acknowledge your feelings." At Lavender's blank stare, the older woman finally relents and write a quick note for her teacher. "See you next week, Miss Brown. Hopefully, you'll be more open then."
Lavender grabs her backpack from the floor and leaves the office as soon as she has the note in her hand. She doesn't need this annoying counseling session the school has assigned her. There's nothing wrong with her. She feels just fine. It doesn't matter that her parents are getting divorced.
"Oh, are you depressed?" sneers Pansy, looking Lavender up and down. The other girl has a bathroom pass in her hands and she stares pointedly at Trelawney's room. "What's wrong with you that you have to see the loony shrew? Only sad people see her."
Lavender raises her chin, clutching the strap of her backpack tighter. She hates Pansy. Pansy who thinks she's better than everyone else and has that rich dad that buys her everything she wants and that stupid mom who lets her get away with anything. "I'm not depressed or whatever. She just wanted to see me for some class thing, you know."
All Pansy does is smirk and walk away.
It's Pansy so Lavender knows that the rest of their year will think she's depressed by tomorrow morning. It's with that heavy feeling in her gut that she curses out that idiotic woman who came between her parents.
Lavender makes her way toward the restroom instead of her class. She walks to the biggest cubicle and throws her backpack on the floor. She takes big breaths and eventually sits down on her bag, not wanting to sit on the dirty floor. Her eyes well up, but she refuses to let herself cry. She's already cried so much that she's become bored of it.
She hates crying.
She hates her mom for not being attractive enough.
She hates her dad for cheating.
She hates the woman who didn't give a damn about Lavender's family.
She hates the loony shrew that she has to see now because the school doesn't want her to be sad and let her studies fall.
"Fuck you," she whispers into the quiet restroom, digging her nails into her upper arms.
Lavender sits there, fuming in anger and tears until the bell rings for lunch and she leaves like nothing's wrong.