𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦, 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦
𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘺, 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘺
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IN WHICH, a girl hiding her insecurities with a mask becomes a witch...
THE LOT OF YOU WERE ESCORTED TO THE HOSPITAL WING, RON ESPECIALLY.
you waited on the side, hand holding your mask tight to your face for ron and harry to be finished so you could ask madam pomfrey for new bandages.
finally, she was done, shutting ron away with a privacy curtain.
you headed up to her, "could i please get some new bandaging" you muttered.
she blinked at you, spotting your hand desperately holding your mask to your face.
her eyebrows furrowed.
"of course, dear. come here, let me help"
you stiffened, "no. i don't need help"
she gave you a stern look, you shook your head.
"i need to spell them on you so that they don't fall off" she reasoned.
you hesitated. you really didn't want her to see your face. but if it mean it wouldn't be at risk of falling off...
you bit the inside of your cheek. "fine."
her gaze softened, "you need to remove your hands, then, dear."
she had worry in her eyes. she was wondering what could make you feel so nervous to take your mask off. domestic abuse, potentially?
your tightened your left fist until your knuckles blew right, your right hand slowly peeling back the mask covering the scar on your lower face.
madam pomfrey couldn't contain the horrible gasp that she let out at the sight of your mangled cheeks.
you felt immediately more self-conscious, going to cover your face again but she grabbed your hand gently.
"sorry, my love. i.." her eyes crinkled, "are you being hurt at home? do we need to call someone for you?" she asked sympathetically.
you shook your head, avoiding eye contact. "not anymore"
the thought of that made her stomach twist. what kind of monsters could do this to a young girl? she must have been at the very oldest ten or eleven when it happened, as you'd been wearing a mask since you came here.
