So I asked for your opinion and then went an wrote another chapter without reading the reviews. Sorry. . I won't fail next time, promise!
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Millicent Bullstrode went anorexic, because in a world she couldn't control, it was something that she could. Or at least that's what she told her therapist.
She wasn't a Slytherin for nothing, after all. She knew what she wanted, and if she had to lie a little to get there? That wasn't her concern. She wanted to be pretty. To be thin like Daphne, to be able to giggle and hang off of Draco's arm like Pansy, or even to be able to go swimming without hearing the word 'shamu' snickered under her housemate's breathes.
So she stopped eating. It worked well. Her hair did take a bit of a beating, but she magicked it back to silky black perfection. She was also tired a lot, but that was fixed with a simple charm.
It was good, great actually. She wore slinky black dresses, and four inch heels, and she was happy. She let Theodore Nott take her up into the boys dorm, and never once complained as he gave her bruises that wouldn't go away until the next week. She smiled, twirling the diamonds in her ears as she failed her classes, and giggled with Pansy and Daphne, and paid that chubby little Ravenclaw to do her homework.
She was happy.