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intended.
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Fake
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For a while there, they thought she was sad. Dispirited, and morose. Depressed and irritable. A few people thought she had every right to be. Others didn't even know what had happened.
So she insists to everyone that she isn't. She's not depressed, and she isn't sad.
She's happy, because she's Ron's little sister and she's in love with Harry Potter and Hermione Granger is her best friend and her robes are rarely ever second-hand because she's the only girl, and the youngest. She's not sad, because her teachers always love her and Snape just ignores her and she's got such a lovely family and all she ever did was kill a few chickens, and that was three years ago, she's fine and she always was. She's happy. Not sad.
So they keep letting her go back.
One September, she decides to join Hermione on her first visit to the library. There's something she needs to see, just to be sure.
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Fake. adj. Having a false or misleading appearance; fraudulent. One that is not authentic or genuine; a sham. Not real.
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She's happy, so she smiles as people walk by and she picks up things when they drop them and she laughs at everyone's jokes. It's forced, airy laughter, and forced smiles. But she's happy. So she does it. She laughs and she giggles and she blushes every time the Boy Who Lived is around, as if any of it matters. She sends happy letters home and pretends to worry about her end-of-year exams for Professor McGonagall.
And everthing is okay.
Or, at least, it looks so.
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Because every day, she is fake.
Every day, she isn't real. Fraudulent. Not authentic or genuine. She's what they want her to be, and nothing more.
Fake.
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Fake
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For a while there, they thought she was sad. Dispirited, and morose. Depressed and irritable. A few people thought she had every right to be. Others didn't even know what had happened.
So she insists to everyone that she isn't. She's not depressed, and she isn't sad.
She's happy, because she's Ron's little sister and she's in love with Harry Potter and Hermione Granger is her best friend and her robes are rarely ever second-hand because she's the only girl, and the youngest. She's not sad, because her teachers always love her and Snape just ignores her and she's got such a lovely family and all she ever did was kill a few chickens, and that was three years ago, she's fine and she always was. She's happy. Not sad.
So they keep letting her go back.
One September, she decides to join Hermione on her first visit to the library. There's something she needs to see, just to be sure.
---
Fake. adj. Having a false or misleading appearance; fraudulent. One that is not authentic or genuine; a sham. Not real.
---
She's happy, so she smiles as people walk by and she picks up things when they drop them and she laughs at everyone's jokes. It's forced, airy laughter, and forced smiles. But she's happy. So she does it. She laughs and she giggles and she blushes every time the Boy Who Lived is around, as if any of it matters. She sends happy letters home and pretends to worry about her end-of-year exams for Professor McGonagall.
And everthing is okay.
Or, at least, it looks so.
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Because every day, she is fake.
Every day, she isn't real. Fraudulent. Not authentic or genuine. She's what they want her to be, and nothing more.
Fake.