In The Girl’s Bathroom

When the letter had come, she had been sure it would be the end of days like this. The end of being strange, and different, and standing on the outside wondering how it was that people who were stupid in every way that counted were smarter than she was when it came to making friends. The end of being alone, and crying, and not knowing how to accept the half-hearted offers of help made through the thin wooden walls of the stall.

What good was being a witch when magic didn’t make anything any better anyway?

Wait…

What was that?



elanor1013 wanted Hermione

In The Girl’s Bathroom

When the letter had come, she had been sure it would be the end of days like this. The end of being strange, and different, and standing on the outside wondering how it was that people who were stupid in every way that counted were smarter than she was when it came to making friends. The end of being alone, and crying, and not knowing how to accept the half-hearted offers of help made through the thin wooden walls of the stall.

What good was being a witch when magic didn’t make anything any better anyway?

Wait…

What was that?



elanor1013 wanted Hermione