𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘

three

{DAY} two, neville had trouble getting into her room. there was a long line of those who wished to visit cyzarine, more than those who would visit her if she was awake. it's like, they thought of this as fame, almost as if something bad happening to you makes you a star. it did in the eyes of the people, that is;

want to self harm? get showered in love and affection. why not shower that person before the harm happens?

get raped? you would be payed attention to and protected. why is it if there's no proof of your rape, you get shag-shamed?

why is it that an orphan boy, a sleeping girl, and the chosen one had so much in common? because they were all charity cases.

neville pondered these thoughts as he waited to see cyzarine. finally he was at the front of the line, and as cho chang exited with a few of her friends, crocodile tears rolling down her chubby cheeks, it was neville's turn to enter.

he sat in the spot he usually did, on the ground, eye level with the pillow she rested her head upon, he spoke to her.

"czya, its me again: neville longbottom. i don't really know if you remember that i came here yesterday, bloody hell i don't even know if you know who i am. but i know you can hear me."

"i know it's rather one sided, but i enjoy talking to you. it's almost... stress relieving. like, you always listen, and i don't need to worry about you judging me. people say hufflepuffs are always very accepting. but i don't think anyone would accept me."

"i don't think i belong anywhere. not with the muggles, not with the wizards. i feel like a man amongst apes."

neville thought that would be a good idea for a movie.