What's a Riddle?

Roxanne

   | Warning: This chapter has mentions of child neglect. If you're sensitive to this topic I suggest you either read with caution, or go to another book or chapter. |

         As of today.. everything is the same, and nothing seems to change. I'm always trying to find out new spells to learn so I can duel against Hermione. She seems really nice, and so does Ron. But it's hard to speak with them when they hate your house. Being in Slytherin is just as difficult as Harry's childhood. From what I've heard about Harry. Well it's almost impossible to not hear anything about Harry. He is my brother I guess. Except he gets away with many things that I could never get away with. Favoritism always happens when Dumbledore is in charge. I can't say I don't love Harry.. I do. "Roxanne!" Said Luna. "Yeah?" " We have class in five minutes!" Oh shit. "I'm coming!!" As I run down the stairs while holding my journal. I can feel my thoughts running away since I'm not physically writing in the pages. "Shit, Luna. I'm so sorry" "Don't worry about it I just don't want you to get in trouble with Professor Snape. You know how he can get." "Yes, I know" "Well let's go!" Running down the hallway with Luna reminds me how I used to run in the backyard chasing butterflies. While my mother sat on the bench sipping her tea admiring me from a distance. Every time I think about her, I remember small little things that I didn't notice when I was younger, but I noticed once she passed. Her sweet scent of a field of roses, and her gorgeous hands she kept hidden in sophisticated gloves. The way she turned the page of her many books. Her smile shining bright when she saw me smile. My mother was just as mysterious as the next person in a hidden cloak. Except people in dark cloaks try to hide, but don't do well because everyone has to look their way. But my mother acted so normal that no one needed to look at her and wonder why she's wearing a cloak. That's something I would do to scare Ron because he was such a baby. She would normally wear beautiful clothes that always matched the season she was in. She dressed so perfectly no one would ever assume the pain she went through. Neither did I. Now that's she's gone I can realize that she was truly sad about something, but she didn't want to cause me pain.
Stepping into Professor Snape's classroom gave me chills down my spine. "Miss Black. You're late to class" he said in a cold and threatening tone. "I'm so sorry Professor Snape. I lost track of time, and forgot I had you today" " Get your book out immediately!" "Yes sir" Once I sat down next to Harry he seemed to be chuckling under his breath. "What are you laughing at dip shit?" "Out of all classes. You're late to Professor Snape's class." "I really did lose track of time" " No talking!" Snape yelled. "Can the both of you shut up? I'm trying to focus." Hermione said in a tone that sounded like she was going to throw a book at Harry and I's head.
From what I can say about my life At Hogwarts. It's just me trying to get through the day, and remembering I have more days to go until I'm home. But even then what's the point of going home when you wonder if they will even notice you came home. I've always thought to myself how I could get father's attention, but it's just a waste of time. I spend most of my days in the garden imagining my mother sitting on the bench again. While I'm in the garden, Harry and my father spend their days doing family things. There are most days where I want to be alone and imagine my mother holding me in her arms. But the other days I wish I wasn't so alone. I can't imagine someone who's parents ignore them, and they don't even have people to talk to. I have someone to talk to, but what's the point of sharing my emotions with people. I don't want their sympathy towards my life. I just want to get my feelings out so I don't go crazy. That's why I write in a journal. It's so I can get some emotions out, and still keep my sadness hidden from everyone else.
"Are you excited for Summer?" Harry said "It's literally January." "I know, but still. Sirius is alone right now" " No he's not Harry. The Weasly family is constantly visiting him so he's not alone." "Yeah... aren't they the best?" Harry asks. " Yeah. They sure seem wonderful." "Anyways, I have charms class. Bye Roxanne." "Goodbye"
As much as I'm jealous of Harry. I wish he would cut class to spend some time with me. Oh well. I always have my little space in the girls bathroom. It's also a perfect place to write because no one goes in there. "What are you writing Roxy?" Myrtle quietly asks. " You might be the first person to call me by the name Roxy." "Well I think it's a cute nickname for you." " Yeah. You're right." "So what are you writing?" "I'm writing my thoughts on life." "Can I read it?" "I do like talking with you Myrtle, but I like to keep my thoughts to myself." "Alright then."
I must've been in the bathroom for hours because I put my quill down once I felt like my hand was going to break. Once I looked up I saw it was dark outside, and that it's past curfew. I decided to stay in the bathroom, and sleep there tonight. While I was sleeping I could've sworn I heard something making a little whistle noise, but it was most likely Myrtle. The noise kept going the entire night, and I was doing everything I could to ignore it. But something touched my arm, and it jolted me up from my sleeping position. When I looked up it was so dark in the bathroom I couldn't see anything. Myrtle wasn't anywhere nearby because I would've heard her voice. I kept hearing it while I was sitting up, and decided to go back to sleep ignoring the sound. I eventually fell asleep even though I kept waking up to sounds coming from the back of the bathroom.
      The next morning I wake up with the sun barley up, but up enough to give some light so I can see. I gathered all my belongings, and realized that my journal wasn't anywhere near me. "What the fuck? Where the fuck is it?!"