𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 | 𝐑.𝐖 ✔︎

𝐎𝐧𝐞

Up until entering Diagon Alley this morning I really hadn't noticed just how different everyone was acting during this time. Or how aware people were attempting to be of their surroundings at these moments -- According to everyone scary times were approaching us.

A extremely loud hiss escaped my lips when Madam Malkin sticked her pin inside my skin for what seemed like the hundredth time. Looking over my shoulder I grimaced at the elderly women and she shooed me off, using her hand to gesture me back forward.

"Moons, do you think Dumbledore is going to make up a bunch of mindless rules for the upcoming school year?" Theodore Nott questioned me from his spot on the short couch, curly Brunette hair blowing softly being that he sat underneath the vent.

The events that took place during my fourth year at Hogwarts was completely tragic; Cedirc Diggory had died and according to some Voldemort made his return back. During my fifth year the dark lord officially showed his face and Bellatrix murdered Sirius Black-- So you'd think that Headmaster Dumbledore would imply some new rules.

"Dumbledore strokes his beard more times a day than he looks at us." Blaise Zabini who sits beside him reading the daily prophet snickered at my response. "with that being said I doubt that we'll have anymore rules unless the Ministry implies them."

Madam Malkin lets out a disapproving sound, sticking another pin into me and it makes me groan in pain. My two friends on the couch laugh lowly, sharing their usual boyish looks, if it hadn't been for Malkin yanking on my clothes I would've flipped them off.

I felt like we've been inside little this dress shop for ages and I regret going first to my three friends, now I'm stuck here until Madam Malkin decided to get her head out of the gutter and pay attention to what she's doing. This poking wouldn't have been tolerated if my father was here, he would've put her in her place and shamed her for hurting me.

"Be sure that my robe isn't to loose, I prefer showing off my curves." I lowly speak, already feeling how heavy these robes were.

My maturity over this summer would be quite noticeable to anyone with proper working eyes and I'm definitely going to show it off. Over the past summer something in me changed and all though my confidence had been high it was now through the roof.

"It's no need for that, Moons." Blaise mumbled, brown eyes still glued onto the new letter. "Malfoy and every other boy in our year has already noticed that you've got a nice as--"

"Hey! There isn't no need for that language In my shop.." Malkin interrupted him over Theodore's annoying loud laughter.

Being used to their outdated joking about me I brushed them off, shaking my head in disapproval to it. My concern with my robes hadn't been for the attention of Draco Malfoy or any other of the snobby boys in my year, it's for my own confidence and pleasure.

"That's not even funny, Blaise!" My best friend Effie or Jennifer Jean says in my defense. Ronnie and me met during fourth year after she came from Beauxbatons for the Triwizard tournament, for some stupid reason she enjoyed our school so much that she transferred and lucky for me she made Slytherin -- My Hogwarts house.

Although i'm not ashamed for it, I do not think now in days are good times for Slytherin's. Voldemort and his gang of death eaters were making us look bad. Our small time walking in Diagon Alley to the store I took notice to the many judgmental looks that the four of us received from the other side of the street.

But they didn't have to put that stereotypical death eater crap onto me; I knew that I was superior compared to some in the Wizarding world and I didn't need to join some cult to prove or reassure myself that. In conclusion, I had no interest in Voldemort or his gang.