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Hannah sat up in her bed, with only the thinnest of covers barely reaching her torso, as her knees were raised high enough for her to rest a wad of paper upon her thighs, as she sketched her imagination along the paper with her muggle pencils.
After hours of flowing incomprehensible thoughts, and unfocused drawing, Hannah finally set the drawing of a black cat face down beside her bed. She reached down the front of her unchanged robes, and pulled out the necklace which rested upon her chest. She looked at the watch which hung from the chains, to conclude that it was 1am. Hannah had never really been bothered changing from her day clothes to night ones for most of her life, in fact she never really slept at night, until this night, which she felt only logical, considering she had school the next day, for the first time in 10 years. Looking around the dormitory, to ensure that none of the dozen girls in the room were awake, Hannah decided that she would change her habits. She unzipped her backpack gently, to pull out an oversized t-shirt and shorts. Hannah never really wore shorts, for multiple reasons, but felt it a good enough reason to wear them as night clothes. She slipped behind a curtain and put on her newly chosen night clothes, before sliding into her covers and retiring for the night.
She awoke early in the morning, around 6, as she glanced across the room to ensure everyone was still asleep. Satisfied, she got out of her bed, and again, slid behind a curtain and got changed. She never really cared about her appearance, she knew her hair was short enough to not look anything other than styled if she were to awake with strands sticking up in random places. Snape had told her to be in his rooms at 9:00am, as that was her first lesson. He informed her that she would be given her timetable there, and any other enquiries would be answered, either before or after class.
Hannah wandered around the castle aimlessly, as she thought over everything that had happened throughout her life. She never had told anyone about anything that happened in her life, in fact, she never really had anyone to tell, but she wouldn't want it any other way. She loathed the idea of socialising, sharing emotion, empathy. She hated it when someone touched her, whether it be accidental or purposely. She hated human contact in general, especially if it were someone who would try to engage with her in any way. She liked being alone. Well, she liked being away from humans, although she quite enjoyed the company of animals.
Hannah contemplated going to see Dumbledore, purely because she wasn't very prepared for school at all. She only was aware of the fact that she would be attending Hogwarts yesterday, she hadn't had time to get books, potion ingredients, quills, an animal, or even her own wand. In fact, as soon as Dumbledore found Hannah, roaming around in the middle of London, he had flooed her straight to Hogwarts. Not much was said between them, although Albus seemed to know a bit more than he ought to, especially since Hannah hadn't met him before, or even heard of him for the matter.
Hannah approached the stone gargoyles located outside the passage to Dumbledore's office, when it dawned on her that she didn't know the password. Thinking, she managed to conclude that, if Dumbledore hadn't given her the password, then obviously he didn't expect Hannah to enquire about her lack of school supplies. Perhaps he planned on getting her supplies later? Or maybe he just genuinely didn't realise that she was so little prepared for such a sudden and major turn of events. She sighed, surely some people can't possibly be that dimwitted and closed minded, to believe that someone who literally had no money, or no way to obtain money, would happen to have a wand and a load of expensive school books. Hannah never needed any of those things throughout her life. She hadn't had too many problems getting by without a wand, and doing things mostly as muggles did. You didn't exactly need a wand to cast magic, but more or less, those who have grown accustomed to using a wand, seem to have developed an unnecessary attachment to their wand, and become reliant on it. It's only normal to lose faith in all else when you've grown so accustomed to a certain thing or method, even if those it outshines are just as capable. That's what happens when popular demand overwrites what is logical. Some people choose a method just because other people do. That's why Hannah despised people so much. They're so convinced that they're some superior, when in reality all they do is act in the qualities of animals. Sheep. Followers. Bats. Blind. Bugs. Irritating.
Hannah shook her thoughts back to reality as she heard footsteps down the corridor. Dumbledore. Dumbledore spotted Hannah leaning against the wall outside his office passage. About time she decided to enquire, he thought, as he walked up to her, changing his face to what he thought looked as if he were questioning her presence.
Hannah looked up at Dumbledore, at first he looked expectant, with his head held high as he began to walk toward her, she watched what she could see of his face, through her flawed vision, to see what looked like him mulling a situation over in his head. His facial features suddenly became more soft, as his eyes turned to that of a quizzical man. Hannah knew better than to think he was actually curious, the man probably had a hundred years of experience to change his face to the emotion he wished to portray. But Hannah didn't think it necessary to point out his obvious motives, and waited for him to speak first.
"Ahh, Miss Byron, what brings you here, so early in the morning?" Dumbledore looked at Hannah expectantly, obviously planning his next change in emotion, as he thought he knew what Hannah would say in return.
"You know quite well." Hannah retorted, avoiding conveying any emotion in her voice, she didn't want him either being satisfied or upset with her answer, so she kept it at where he will either blatantly lie to her about his knowledge, or just accept that she wasn't willing to have a committed conversation, and help her with what he knew she needed help with.
"Very well," Dumbledore sighed inwardly, before continuing, "I somewhat expected you to be here this morning, and I have planned how we will go about this. Considering there is still just over an hour until classes, I think it logical that we head over to Diagon Alley now, and purchase all that you require for the year." Hannah watched as she saw the familiar, forceful change in emotion, to that of a quizzical look. "Do you have any money?" Hannah knew the question was bound to come, but was rather taken aback by how sudden and straight forward his question was. If Hannah were anyone else, even if they were as poor as Hannah, they would've been offended by how straight up his question was, but perhaps Dumbledore foresaw that Hannah didn't really care how insensitive someone was to her. After all, he was quite a clever man. Hannah thought over the face value of the question. Did I have money? No. Was I willing to let someone else spend their money on me? Not necessarily. With a quick glance back in memory, of what valuables laid around his office, she concluded that it wasn't really going to make him any worse off if he were to donate some money to buying Hannah books, although she probably didn't deserve his charity.
Satisfied with her conclusion, Hannah shook her head, to notify him that Hannah in fact, did not have any money. Not wizard money anyway. Dumbledore nodded his head, Hannah could see that he understood, he seemed to understand a lot more than she thought he would. She watched Dumbledores face again. He was trying to think of the easiest way to say what he was thinking. He was trying to talk to Hannah, specifically how he thought Hannah wanted him to talk to her. He didn't want to sound sympathetic, nor did he want to ignore the fact that Hannah didn't really seem anywhere near as well off as any of the other students at the school, but he couldn't decide on the way he wanted to convey his thoughts.
"Ignore it." Hannah stated. Dumbledore appeared taken aback by her actually saying something. He was somewhat confused how she knew what he was thinking, but that simple statement cleared all his uncertain thoughts from his head. She only said 2 words, but they provided every inch of clarity she had intended. She didn't care what he thought or how he conveyed it, she simply just wants to get to the point. Words don't matter to her, actions do. Dumbledore finished analysing her as he let out a small smile as he glanced into her hazel eyes.
"I think we better floo over to Diagon Alley then." Dumbledore walked over to the stone gargoyles. "Peppermint," he voiced, as the passage opened, and the stairway to his office appeared.
Now I wrote these first chapters on my phone, so there might be a bit of formatting problems, and dare I say, there might be a bit of autocorrect problems. I have read over these chapters several times, but let me know if there's any mistakes. Thanks for reading :)