A Flash Fic presented to AJ for completing an additional story in round ten of the Houses Competition!
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Sybil wallowed in her own pity, in the pity of those who had looked upon her in the Great Hall. The students, lining the back walls, watching with a queer gaze. She knew they didn't like her, didn't revere her as they might have done if she were more honest. If she were a little better at her job. Even if she was a little scary, like Minerva, or Filius.
But not to the level of Dolores. That foul witch. Any curse words dealt upon her would have been too light a comment on her character.
No. She would be better than Dolores. Even if she could not match the brilliance of her other colleagues, her peers, her greatest and only friends.
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