you're nobody until somebody loves you
A HariPo drabble collection
by mew-tsubaki
- ^-^3
It's a sinking feeling in the pit of your gut—
The want. The need. The casualness of it all. The way he—he—he's such an airhead about the reality before him.
Hufflepuffs are good finders, but you don't think he's even looking for anything in your (at best) friendship.
While he's busy learning of the magical world, you twirl your brown curl around your finger and claw at the green-and-silver tie around your neck. You don't belong here—in this House or here with him.
It's time for a chain-reaction of some drastic measures. Let it begin with him.