This story doesn't have a happy ending either.
I'm still a bad storyteller.
* * *
I went to visit Hagrid today.
I cried.
I told him everyone was angry with me.
He gave me a hug.
His hair got tangled in my new braces.
He started yelling out.
We had to walk together to get a pair of scissors.
We couldn't find a pair of scissors.
I took out my wand.
His beard started smoking.
I set Hagrid on fire.
Hagrid started shouting.
I used my wand again.
Hagrid was drenched in water.
Hagrid tried to yank his hair out.
He couldn't.
Instead, a whole chunk of hair remained in my braces
And now he has a bald patch on his head.
Hagrid shouted at me for being so stupid.
I ran out the door, crying.
* * *
My name is Neville Longbottom.
I'm a terrible storyteller.
I think I'll go to bed.
It's safer there.