You could walk by him like you usually do, but instead of going to your
next class you head to your dorm and the relative safety and comfort of
your bed. (Cold and quiet, it reminds you of home.) You sit and think most
of the day (of china tea sets and green button eyes and crumpled wire frame
glasses) and come to realize you want him. You want his warmth and
undivided attention. (so spoiled) You decide to get it.
Over the next month you become more antagonistic than ever. Your parents would recognize it for what it was, a tantrum, but everyone else just thinks you're an ass. (Scream and shriek and watch as they draw away.) Even Crabbe and Goyle begin to avoid you.
The Dream Team takes on a new tactic in dealing with you. Apathy. It doesn't really work with Weasely (scratched blue eyes flash) whose red hair always gets the best of him. Weasely isn't the one you want to pay attention to you however and you're confused by Harry's lack of reaction. (Green buttons look through you.) Mother and Father always pay attention to you when you act like that.
You sink into depression and it makes you more irritable. The last of your friends drift away. By the end of the year you are willing to do anything to make him acknowledge your existence. (So alone. Tea isn't any fun by yourself but are you really playing tea anymore? You stopped hearing Daddy's voice a long time ago and you're so lost without it guiding you.)
Late that night you close your curtains one final time. (Your clay skin cracks and shatters beneath your knife.) They find your body the next morning when you miss breakfast. You arms curled into your chest and blood caked to the sheets. You left no note. The announcement goes out over lunch and many are impassive to your demise. Harry Potter may or may not be glad about your death but you have his attention and that's what you wanted. (Come and play with me ragged little doll.)
Too bad you aren't alive to care.
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And there's the second one. I have almost finished the next chapter but this could be finished here in case I never get done with the next one.
Over the next month you become more antagonistic than ever. Your parents would recognize it for what it was, a tantrum, but everyone else just thinks you're an ass. (Scream and shriek and watch as they draw away.) Even Crabbe and Goyle begin to avoid you.
The Dream Team takes on a new tactic in dealing with you. Apathy. It doesn't really work with Weasely (scratched blue eyes flash) whose red hair always gets the best of him. Weasely isn't the one you want to pay attention to you however and you're confused by Harry's lack of reaction. (Green buttons look through you.) Mother and Father always pay attention to you when you act like that.
You sink into depression and it makes you more irritable. The last of your friends drift away. By the end of the year you are willing to do anything to make him acknowledge your existence. (So alone. Tea isn't any fun by yourself but are you really playing tea anymore? You stopped hearing Daddy's voice a long time ago and you're so lost without it guiding you.)
Late that night you close your curtains one final time. (Your clay skin cracks and shatters beneath your knife.) They find your body the next morning when you miss breakfast. You arms curled into your chest and blood caked to the sheets. You left no note. The announcement goes out over lunch and many are impassive to your demise. Harry Potter may or may not be glad about your death but you have his attention and that's what you wanted. (Come and play with me ragged little doll.)
Too bad you aren't alive to care.
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And there's the second one. I have almost finished the next chapter but this could be finished here in case I never get done with the next one.