The House of Hawke has been called the traitorous, filthy and scum house the entire time that name was known to the living.
Past or future, one would accompany it with the adjective "Horrifying".
It was a matter of grief for the youngest daughter...
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Hogwarts, Scotland, 1977 September 2nd, Mildly cold morning
I do not like being here.
But I do like being here.
I don't know what I like, I'm a mess and I really, really need some candies right now.
Fudge. I grimace while sitting up. My period is definitely nearing if I crave sugar this much. Plus there's an ache in my legs and I feel like I can't walk even to the bathroom, much less the Great Hall for breakfast as Marlene had told me last night.
I'd expected my two roomies to be sweet and caring who slept early just like prefect Lily and I'd been proven very, very wrong.
I didn't sleep at all last night. Because someone had been banging her girlfriend right next to my bed! I swore under my breath, forcing my legs to move, regretting it when a head rush fell over me like a colossal wave in a moment's time.
Give me a fucking break.
Showering, brushing and getting dressed up had never felt this exhausting. I could almost feel myself slowly drifting away into the May Elena, who was on the verge of major depression. Perhaps I still am.
I don't know what I'm feeling half the time. I want to run, I want to lie down and never get up. But I fear that I'll lay for a bit too long and when I'd get up, the world would've moved on. Five seconds feel like five hours while my brain spirals into itself, a clock ticking on its own accord in my mind.
I feel myself drifting farther and farther away every day and I'm afraid I will be too far gone before someone thinks of saving me.
After a few spells of makeup and hairdressing, I am outside my dorms, late for breakfast but there before it ends.
Walking to the Great Hall was the next hardest thing. I lost my way twice, my legs were trembling, and my back was so heavy I felt like cutting off my boobs.
I don't understand why periods are like this. It hurts before them, it hurts during them, it hurts after them, when the fuck do I breathe properly?
With a sigh, I finally enter the Great Hall, immediately wanting to cave into myself when the first person I spot there is Ella. She's sitting beside Black and the bespectacled boy. Remus isn't too far behind, he's there with the watery-eyed blond.
Lily, Marlene, Dorcas and Alice have grouped a little far away from them and Fabian and Gideon aren't anywhere in sight.
I am a Gryffindor now, I suppose. Bravery is something the Sorting Hat knew I didn't have, and yet, it put me here. So I'd at least try to be courageous.
With a heavy heart, I took baby steps towards Ella and sat across from her.
Her eyes snapped up and her jaw clenched. But she managed out a firm, "Hello, Elena."
