Past The Stereotypes

Peace

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"Ella."  A voice called out as she made my way to the Hufflepuff common room after dinner. Ella turned to find Elliana Stonier from charms class, walking towards her.

"Hello, Ella!" She beamed. "Professor McGonagall told me to give this to you." She held out a rolled up piece of parchment with green ink scrawled on the front.

"Thanks, Ellianna," Ella said, trying to taking the note from her hands, but she held on tight.

"Professor McGonagall wouldn't tell me what was in this note, she said it was confidential. Do you know what it says?" she asked.

"No, I don't know what's it says, If I did that would defeat the whole purpose of the note," I replied.

She gave me a calculating look, then let go of the note "If you ever feel like telling me, you know where to find me." With that, she was gone. 

That was one of the weirdest conversations I've ever had. We have only ever talked about schoolwork and even then, she was nosy. She liked to know everything about everyone.

As I walked back to the common room, I opened the parchment and smirked. I saw even more shimmering green ink. Only McGonagall uses ink like that. The note read;

Ella K. Harper

It has come to my attention that one of my students has been having trouble in transfiguration for the past few weeks. I believe that you are the most eligible person available to tutor him. I have arranged for you to tutor Cory Summers on Wednesday at 6:00 in the empty Transfiguration classroom.

Professor McGonagall

I stopped in my tracks. Why would McGonagall want me to tutor someone? I'm the girl who usually just sits in the back and silently does the assignment. 

Wait a minute, Cory Summers?  Isn't he one of the Slytherins in my Divination class? This is great. Just fantastic. McGonagall wants me to tutor a Slytherin. Next thing I know, she will have me babysitting Draco Malfoy.

The only thing I can do is wait for tomorrow, I thought as I sat down on my bed and pulled out my drawing journal.

I sighed as I flipped through pages filled with drawings of Hogwarts and magical creatures. Three years ago, I had been so excited to finally come to this magical castle and make friends. I had heard so many stories about the moving staircases and dangerous animals in the forbidden forest. My mom and dad had magical blood, but they preferred the muggle world so we rarely visited the magical world.

Now three years later I'm sorted into Hufflepuff and my 'friends' don't actually care that much about me. Not to mention the fact that even though my parents say they were proud of me for being in Hufflepuff, they have been more distant ever since I was sorted. It's not like I could ever live up to be the perfect Slytherins they used to be. 

But right now, all I can do is draw. It calms me. Its the only way I can make it through the day. The world faded away as I drew. I was finally at peace.

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I walked away as fast as I could and into the nearest empty classroom.

All I wanted to do was to have a nice conversation with Ella. We had talked in class before and she looked like such a nice person, I thought I might actually have had a chance at a real friend. I wanted to make a nice first impression and showed that I cared about her by asking her what was in it, But I probably just looked like some insane stalker. I thought as I pulled something out of my red-lined pockets of my Gryffindor robes. It was a small Muggle music device with earbuds wrapped around it. It was my escape from the world.

I had found a spell to charge it without a charger. I took it from home. It used to be my moms, but it's not like she would notice it was gone. She was always too busy with her job to pay attention to her daughter, let alone to listen to music anymore. 

I put in the earbuds and hit shuffle, a familiar song came on. I sighed and slid down the wall. I closed my eyes and I could see a five-year-old me and my mom dancing around the living room barefoot as my dad clapped along with the song. This was the summer before they had both gotten a huge job offer and had to work full time. After that, I was practically raised by my uncle. Unlike my parents, he was a wizard. He would tell me all about the wizarding world and how when I was eleven I could go to Hogwarts. 

She leaned my head back and let the melody soak in. For now, the outside world didn't exist, it was just me and the music. I finally felt at peace.