Entitled

Chapter 2

The first morning at Hogwarts was a blur of anxiety and frustration. You had spent a sleepless night in a room with a girl you didn't know, a stark contrast to the private dorm you enjoyed at Beauxbatons.

The realization of how badly you had messed up hit you hard, and by breakfast, you were already feeling overwhelmed and out of place.

Determined to rectify what you saw as a terrible mistake, you made your way to the headmaster's office. The grand corridors of Hogwarts, with their shifting staircases and enchanted portraits, felt more like the walls of a prison than the halls of a school. You arrived at the stone gargoyle that guarded the entrance to the headmaster's office, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Sherbet lemon," you muttered, recalling the password you had overheard. The griffin statue twisted aside, and you ascended the spiral staircase, each step echoing your growing desperation.

In the office, Headmaster Dumbledore greeted you with a kind but puzzled smile. "Good morning, Miss Y/N. How can I help you?"

You wasted no time. "Headmaster, I need to use your telephone. A terrible mistake has been made. I don't fit in here, and I need to call my parents. Please, let me go home."

Dumbledore's expression turned serious. "I'm afraid that won't be possible, Miss Y/N. You have been placed here for a reason, and we believe you can thrive at Hogwarts. It may take some time to adjust, but you must give it a chance."

His refusal was the last straw. The frustration and anxiety that had been building up inside you burst forth. "You don't understand!" you shouted, your voice echoing off the stone walls. "This place isn't for me! I can't stay here! It's like a prison!"

Dumbledore raised a calming hand, but his eyes were resolute. "I understand that this transition is difficult, but raising your voice will not change the situation. Please, try to remain calm."

Before you could argue further, he summoned Professor Snape, who arrived with his usual air of authority and a hint of annoyance. "Headmaster," Snape said, his eyes flicking to you and then back to Dumbledore.

"Professor Snape," Dumbledore began, "Miss Y/N is experiencing significant difficulty adjusting to her new surroundings. She has requested a private dormitory. Can any arrangements be made?"

Snape's expression darkened as he considered the request. "All the dorms are filled, Headmaster. She will have to stay in the common space for now."

You felt a surge of helplessness and anger. "This isn't fair!" you protested, feeling every bit the entitled girl who wasn't getting her way. "I can't stay in that room! I can't do this!"

Snape's eyes bore into yours, and for a moment, you thought he might lash out. But instead, he spoke with a chilling calm. "Miss Y/N, Hogwarts is not Beauxbatons. You will need to adapt to our ways. This petulance will not be tolerated. Do you understand?"

You clenched your fists, feeling a surge of defiance. "I'm not staying here under these conditions. Arrangements should be made on my behalf. If I don't get to go home, I will make life unbearable for everyone in this school."

Snape's expression hardened, and he stepped closer, his presence looming over you. "Is that what you did at your last school? Threw a childish fit when you didn't get your way?"

You felt a flush of anger and shame. "You don't understand," you retorted, your voice trembling with frustration. "Everything is different here. I had a private dorm at Beauxbatons. I didn't have to share my space with anyone. I can't handle this."

Snape's gaze didn't waver. "Life at Hogwarts is not tailored to your individual preferences, Miss Y/N. You will not always have the luxury of a private dormitory. Here, you will learn to live and work with others, to adapt and to compromise."