"𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐧𝐢𝐜? 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞."
"𝐨𝐡 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬, 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫."
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THE ENTIRE CARRIAGE RIDE WAS AWKWARD. Deathly silence echoing through Monroes ears as her body jolted every time the old manual vehicle ran over any type of twig or stone. The only sound coming from the space being the conversation between the Gryffindors who were ignoring her existence - a conversation she didn't bother listening to.
Monroe wasn't oblivious to the glares and looks of annoyance that James had been shooting her direction the whole carriage. She just acted as if she was because the boys looks didn't bother her at all - she'd dealt with worse in her life.
It felt like an eternity later that the carriage pulled up to the tall gates of Hogwarts school - Monroe didn't hesitate on barging past Lily so she could be the first away from the group she'd been condemned to - ignoring the red heads scoff of disbelief as she walked off.
"It was a horrible experience riding here with you, Taylor!" Yelled James with a fake joyous tone in his voice as he shouted at the blonde who didn't even throw him a glance back, "I hope to never do it again!"
She didn't turn around or give him a response, she simply threw her middle finger up behind her back in the direction of the boy as Monroe joined Alex's side and began the walk to the great hall with her closest friend.
The Slytherins, ironically, were the people Monroe cousins stand the most. The majority of them were annoying and desperate. The girls desperate to be her friend and the boys desperate to get in her pants. The blonde sat in between Alex and one of the only girls in her year who she could tolerate - Narcissa Black.
The black haired girl said quick hellos the pair as the sorting ceremony began. The sound of the sorting hat dragging on the house sorting as long as possible was always a sound that made her ears bleed.
So, she opted for what she done every year so far, resting her head on her palm as she spaced out, not even flinching when cheers erupted from her housemates when another person got sorted into Slytherin.
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THE MOON SHONE BRIGHT THROUGH the window of Monroes private dorm room - one of the perks of having a wealthy wizard family - as the blonde sat on the windowsill later that night. A lit cigarette dancing between her lips as she breathed out clouds of smoke into the brisk September night.
She's wound up here once again after hours of trying to sleep with no avail. Slumber was something that Monroe had struggled with since the incident. Her lack of rest wasn't something done via choice - no, she completely avoided every aspect of sleep due to the night terrors that plagued her every unconscious moment.
