My Life At Hogwarts

Hateful Words

Penelope's POV

I walked into the castle, shivering slightly. I paused outside the great hall and looked inside. It looked like everyone was having breakfast. I hesitated before I walked in. I walked over to the Gryffindor table, keeping my eyes on the floor, and sat on the end of the bench, furthest away from everyone.

I pulled out my diary and pen and wrote down about how McGonagall came before I could leave and how she had slightly comforted me. I wrote in detail about what we talked about and finished it off with where I was now.

I put them both away and picked up an orange. By the time I had opened it, the little bit of an appetite that I had, had vanished. I left the orange where it was and stood up from the table. I walked out of the hall.

I walked over to the Gryffindor Tower and told the fat lady the password. She eyed me up and down and then opened up. I crawled through and walked upstairs to my dorm. I took off my uniform and placed it on my bed. I looked at it and saw it was all raggedy. That's probably why the portrait lady was looking at me like that.

I opened my drawers and pulled out a clean set of my uniform. Before I put it on, I reached underneath my bed and pulled out my scales. I stepped on them and looked down. I weighed 6 stone. Still too big. I pushed the scales back under my bed and got dressed. I pulled my hair out of its plait and tried brushing it, it was full of knots and was too painful for me to brush.

I sighed and placed my hairbrush down again. I took out my diary and made a new entry of how much I weighed and how it was getting so much harder to eat and to not feel disgusted with myself.

I put my diary back in my pocket an ducked up my school bag. I walked down to the common room and checked my timetable for my first lesson. Charms. That wasn't so bad, at least I wouldn't have to see Professor McGonagall straight away.

I walked out of the tower and to the charms classroom. I tried the handle and saw that the door was opened. I hesitated. I wanted to go in early so that I could sit down straight away but then it also leaves the risk of someone sitting next to me.

I walked in and sat neat the back, on the end, with my bag next to me. It should be fine. Nobody should sit next to me. I sat there for a while, just staring off into the distance, not really focused on anything.

I was snapped back to reality when the door opened and the class piled in, along with Mr Flitwick. I held my breath but thankfully nobody sat next to me. Just how I wanted it. I looked around the room but couldn't see George. Is he skipping class again? Is he just trying to avoid me? I shook my head. Not my problem. Not anymore.

I paid attention to Mr Flitwick and the lesson he was planning out. I got out my textbook and parchment paper. I scrambled around in the bottom of my bag and pulled my quill out. I wrote down everything for the lesson and on a new sheet, wrote down the homework.

I packed away my things and was one of the first to leave the class. We had flying class now. I walked across the school and to the flying ground.

I was one of the first students there and waited over by the wall, where I sat down. I rested my chin on my knees and felt the fresh breeze flow across my face. It was kind of peaceful. I hoped we would be flying on the brooms this lesson. It seems like such a good day for it.

Soon Madam Hooch came as did the rest of the class. She told us that we would be practicing how to fly and stop. I smiled, this was something that I could do half decently. I waited until everyone else had taken a broom and then ambled over.

I picked up a broom and walked back over to my corner. I sat on my broom and zoomed into the sky. I flew around the air and smiled as the breeze picked up my hair and tossed it around. I laughed, knowing it was going to get even more knotty but at this moment, I just did not care.