BTW: Actually, I haven't decided if this is after 5th year or 6th year… don't know if I'm going to follow HBP if it's 5th.
"Hi, my names Bryant," said a boy with wild brown hair with the wave of his hand, "drug rehab and anger management."
The girl next to him smiled. "Gisella. I'm here for Anorexia and depression."
The girl next to her didn't look up, but nodded. "Sasha; bi-polar disorder, anger management, and am also here to help with my anxiety attacks. Nothing to be afraid of," she said, handing Harry a piece of paper, "welcome."
"Yeah," said Bryant, "it's not as bad as they all make it sound. Can be quite boring on the weekends, though. And don't worry about that," he motioned toward the piece of paper, "we all got one."
"Noel," said the last girl, with black hair and dark red highlights, "Depression, suicide watch, self mutilation, anorexia-bulimia, anger management, and I think that's it.
"Anxiety," added Sasha.
"She doesn't have bulimia," said Gisella, "but the doctors like to call it that, because she makes herself throw up… or, she used to."
"Didn't know that had a name," mumbled Harry.
"It doesn't, not quite," said Bryant, "bulimia is binge eating and then throwing up."
"So, who are you and what are you here for?" asked Noel.
"Uhm, my Name's Harry and I really don't know what I'm here for," he said, honestly.
"Mind me," said Bryant, and looked at the bracelet Harry was wearing. "Am, An, Ax, Mdd, Sm, Sw, Tu, and W. I've heard of all of them except W."
"Yay! Another me!" said Noel with excitement.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked, confused.
"Am is anger management," the four choursed, "An is anorexia, Ax is Anxiety, Mdd is Major Depressive Disorder, Sm is self mutilation, Sw is suicide watch, and Tu is throw-up."
"Computer was messed up, calm down," said a lady in a white get-up. Here's your new one," she said, and left.
"What changed?" asked Gisella.
"Am, an, ax, mdd, ra, sm, and sw," Harry said. "I'll admit to the anger management," he said, going through each one, one at a time, "I am not anorexic, I have no clue what anxiety is, I am not depressed, and what the hell is ra?"
Sasha shrugged. "Dunno. Never had one of those before. And you know, you skipped the last two. Are you or are you not a self mutilator and suicidal?"
Harry did not answer but crossed his arms. "I want to know what ra is," he said, and walked out of the door.
"So, what do you say?" asked Bryant.
"Quiet," said Gisella.
"Shy," said Sasha.
"I know him, I think," said Noel, as she twisted her hospital bracelet. It became a nervous habit to many.
"How?" Asked Bryant.
"I- I don't know." She paused. "I'm hungry."
Gisella laughed.
"No, really, I am!" she protested. "Who should be laughing, Gis? At least I haven't lost three pounds since last Monday's weigh in!"
"Shut up!" she hissed. "At least I haven't gained five and a half pounds since last Monday's weigh in!"
"Yell that as loud as you want! That means only four more pounds till PHP! And fifteen til my release!" and she stormed off out the door.
"My name is Donna. And yes, all the question you've answered lead to Mdd and Anorexia. And where do you explain the scars from on your body if you aren't suicidal or a self mutilator?"
Harry scowled. "You wouldn't understand."
"Try me," she said.
"Voldemort."
"What a silly name," she said and caught Harry smirking.
"Don't let him hear you saying that," he said and raised an eyebrow. Donna felt a strange sensation for a split second before it left and Harry said, "I like you. What's ra, though?"
She sighed. "Relative abuse, Harry. We had to put that down."
"Harry Potter?" thought Noel, as she went to get her tray. "Not Harry Potter?"
"Donna? Can we eat?" she asked, pretending she didn't hear a thing that just went on.
She raised her eyebrows and said, "sure, sweetie. Today, Harry, you'll just have a sandwich and soda and pretzels, but other than that, you normally can choose… as long as there's food on your list, we'll let you eat what you want; we just give you a fattening desert. Like today, you have a chocolate chip cookie."
"Bleck," said Noel, "I have vanilla ice cream." She eyed Harry's cookie. "Trade ya?"
"Sure, why not?" he asked, "We can, can't we?"
"That'd be ok by us," said Donna and went into the adolescent lounge.