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CHAPTER SEVEN —— mind imploding!
DEAR DAD,
You let Neptune into my room? Really? Do you even love me? You had one job. He's a menace, honestly, why do we insist on keeping him around. He hates being around us, and last time I tried filling his bowl with water while he was still in the room he ended up scratching my arm completely — it was red for the next week. He absolutely despises me and I'm pretty sure the only reason he puts up with you is because you were the one who picked him out. Also, he has this annoying habit of going to the loo under my bed even though he's potty trained and his litter box is right outside my bedroom — I think he's been doing it on purpose. Neptune's like a hundred years old anyways, how hasn't he expired past his due date already? And you let him destroy my bedsheets and my curtains and my books, really dad, were you even trying? And just so we're clear, those books were left on the floor in the confidence that Neptune wasn't going to get into my room — because you were supposed to keep him out. When I get home for Christmas, I'm getting a deadbolt for my room — that way, the only way he'll get in is if he learns how to use a hammer.
Love, VERITY
( Hogwarts Quidditch Pitch )
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Girls like Verity are of quick wit and lack of patience — they are not meant to be loved, or love others. She is not the cherry lipped symphony that Fay clutters, the type that attracts every boy within a five mile radius in a Hogwarts corridor, with Fay's deep, silky black hair that always basks in the moonlight before she succumbs to her curse, or her pale, ivory skin that flutters with the shadow of her eyelashes, or even the deep, dark eyes that glance at you full of longing and a glint of something else. Her Korean descent made her ever the more beautiful, with a small nose and upturned lips that always glistened in a smile. Girls like Fay attract everybody's attention with their kind words and full smiles, wearing their hearts on their sleeves and opening their shoulders to be cried on — they deserve to be loved with their tiny smiles and fine lines between loyalty and fairness, and Verity sometimes wonders why Fay isn't in Hufflepuff with the way she operates throughout the world, even with the start of a wizarding war. Girls like Fay deserve everything in the world.
