Freaks: Year Two

America And Their Problem With No-Maj's

Descriptions of a panic attack.

Jasper came back to the Hufflepuff dorm room, immediately after leaving the quidditch dinner, muttering to himself and seeming to be in a frenzy and Harry (who had been reading a novel before this) asked, "What happened?"

"I completely and utterly embarrassed myself in front of the American seeker," he answered.

"How?"

"Well, if you remember I shouted about redheads, and now I just said how I didn't even want to be here in front of her, and then I made a finding joke which was like...WHY?! WHY DID I DO THAT?!"

Harry was staring at him in utter bewilderment. "I...don't know?"

Jasper flung himself down against his bed and he groaned. "I'm so stupid."

"It couldn't have been that bad," Harry tried to say to cheer him up. "And on the bright side at least you talked to her. It's good to start up a conversation...?"

"I guess so," Jasper muttered. He already could feel himself drifting off to sleep, god how tired he was. He then closed the curtains around his bed. "I'm going to bed now, night."

"Isn't it a bit early?"

"I am exhausted."

"Alright Jaz," Harry said, hoping with a good night's sleep he would be feeling better as the last couple of weeks Jasper had been quite stressed and out of sorts. "Good night."

The next evening, there was another attack made by the Dark Lord and his followers and this time, it was a big one. The paper showed broken houses and this dark skull with a snake in the sky, before switching to places in ruins with that very same symbol. It stated that hundreds of muggles and muggleborns had been killed. It showed the known families so far and their photographs in the paper as many were still unidentified and in the seventh year Hufflepuff dorm, they listened to the crackling of the radio...

"The Dark Lord knows we can defeat him," Eugenia Jenkins' voice spoke out through the radio, "and he lashes out against us. We must stay strong as one community. Magical blood does not run cold."

"Defeat him..." Roxanne's voice quietly. "That surely sounds like a load of tosh right now, doesn't it?"

"Don't say that," Priya begged. She always hated when this topic was brought up, especially when her friends and housemates spoke so negative about it. "We have to...hold onto hope here."

"It's a bit impossible to do so when people are getting killed every day," one of their other housemates said. A girl named Riley Underwood. "Students are being pulled every single day! It looks hopeless. There is nothing we can do..."

"We have to have faith," Priya said. "If we just give in, we won't get anywhere. We can't give into what is happening...we can't just sit around."

"What does that mean?" Roxanne asked, quieting the radio ever so slightly.

"Well, I heard around, mainly the seventh year Gryffindors because they aren't exactly quiet..." Roxie and Riley both nodded at this as they knew all too well about the boy's antics and pranks throughout the years. "But the Headmaster has some sort of Resistance against Voldemort and there is talk that if you're of age, you can join."

"Are you saying you want to join?" Riley asked.

"What else would she be saying, you idiot?" Roxanne asked and Priya gave her a look. "Sorry, but...you really want to do this?"