The girl, Louise Blanco [ Marauders Era Fan Fiction ]

3: Louise's New Best Friend

Kapitulo III

Tears and fears and feeling proud
To say, "I love you, " right out loud
Dreams and schemes and circus crowds
I've looked at life that way

— Joni Mitchell

My mum, Luisa Blanco (charming woman by the way; no tone of sarcasm) had send an Owl to our head of Ravenclaw house, Professor Flitwick to excuse me for Wednesday, 4th of November which happens to be today. You might be wondering why my mum excused me for the day and I wouldn't want to tell you why but I will anyway because maybe you're the kind of person who fancies butting on other people's business.

I brought a bicycle with me to Hogwarts that I can use as transportation that'll take me to this nearby village called Hogsmeade and my only purpose there was to call mum in a telephone booth that probably nobody uses besides me. I'd call her to ramble which she calls the rambling as "Louise's Occasional Chemical Release" which I took offense for it being so fucking dimwitted.

My mum works as a psychiatric nurse in a facility treating nutters and those who are mental. There's no word of a lie when I say this — Luisa Blanco suggested signing me (who is her daughter let me remind you) to the same facility where her job is. I lost my absolute shite which she then pointed out my outburst to why she brought up that suggestion and I countered her agrument defending myself saying that I'm not mental enough to be there.

"But you are mental, Louise! Jesus F' Christ. You've been phoning Saint Anthony's countless of times during week days which I specifically told you we'll only talk during the weekends! God, I can't take it any longer. How did you even get a hold of their number?"

There we were in between calls.

"You just sounded insane. Do you hear yourself? I asked for the number from the receptionist you see. Is it wrong for your daughter to call and ask how your wellbeing is?"

"You only call to talk about yourself, Louise! Do you even have friends there?"

"Are you accusing me of being friendless?"

"Quite.. Will you try calling Laura? Please. For the love of God."

Laura's my older sister whom is three years older than me. She's going out with a fireman called 'Rupert' which I believe it to be one of her kinks being associated with someone as masculine as that due to her idea of being a damsel and someone heroic can save her. I dunno how anyone can be fascinated with men they're just animals with crazy high libido or just fucking horny leeches that some deity created just to take the piss which women had to suffer the consequence from. That's basically how men exists nothing more, nothing less and I stand by my philosophy.

"No fucking way. Laura has no depth in her."

Her sigh was audible from the other line.

"I don't know what's going on with you there but the work that I have is very overwhelming you know that.. You're intelligent but you lack understanding."

"Thanks for pointing out my intelligence."

She sighs once again. Can this woman stop sighing?

"I think you might want to meet someone." Luisa ends the call abruptly rather disrespectful leaving me in a cliffhanger. I understood no longer than a second what she meant by "someone" which leads the answer to the question.

Mum scheduled an appointment with a therapist based in London. The therapist's name is Dahlia Li whom Luisa claims to be talented and knows what she's doing but I have my own philosophical study called: "Nobody knows what they're doing." That's not really funny but you know what I mean.