She almost felt like she had been bitten by despair. One that she couldn't seem to be rid of.

Life... it seemed so dreadfully dull. Between classes, taking her Potions and having no one at all she could talk to... not to mention her House mates taking not particularly subtle digs at her almost at all times... it was more than trying.

Frankly, it was wearing her down.

Sometimes she felt like saying to hell with it all.

She could conveniently forget to take her Potions... that would put an end to all of it.

TBC...

A/n: Original prompt was Gold.