“–it’s not going to work. You’re doing it all wrong.”

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             “–are you daft or dim or both?

         The young witch sat in the stall in the bathroom that nobody ever bothered to come into, hand wiping away the tears that seemed to not have an end to them. She’d been made fun of – again – and it had gotten the better of her.

                     There was a name involved,
                         a foul name–

                                                  m u d b l o o d.

         “–a date? You’re asking me out on a date?”

              It’s not that she found herself to be particularly unattractive, but it was that she did not particularly find herself to be like the other girls her age. Rather than being completely consumed by the way she looked, she was far more concerned over her academics. Quite the bookworm, as she had been called several times before, most in a negative light though she did not see it that way. She found absolutely nothing wrong with a girl being intelligent. Still, the fact of the matter still stood; the Yule Ball was right around the corner and she still lacked what she so secretly wished to acquire; a date.

          “Are you aware that eating apples reduces tooth decay?”
                        “–my parents are dentists.”

            “–I have come to realize,
                the task is just far too dangerous.”

                                                     _{h e r  -  p a r e n t s}

       She had no choice; it was for their own good.
       Now that the war was over, she had hesitations
       on finding her parents – she knew that despite
       Voldemort’s fall, she was not safe. There were
       still death eaters who were willing to do the fallen
       villian’s work for him. Yes, she was convinced that
       they were lurking about, waiting for a chance to
       strike at any given moment.

   But she missed them terribly so.
   So much, that she could not help the wave
   of depression that washed over her.

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