The Struggles Of Being Sarah Potter, The-Transgender-Girl-Once-Boy-Who-Lived

Merry Christmas?

Um... Sorry? Okay, I swear this was supposed to be out sooner, and I'm really sorry! What also isn't helping is that after the reskin of Wattpad, my phone is not enjoying typing on the app, and it has crashes several times. I have plenty of excuses I could ramble at you, but you probably don't want to hear them, you want to read a new chapter. So that's what I'm going to give you.
Disclaimer:
Sherlock: Hello Phoenix_Malfoy. I suppose I'm here to do a disclaimer.
Me: how did you know?
Sherlock: I doubt your brain would comprehend what I'm telling you, even if I did explain it.
Me: are you calling me stupid?
Sherlock: in a manner of speaking. Phoenix_Malfoy doesn't own Sherlock, Harry Potter, or anything else you recognize.

*Sarah's P.O.V.*
Sarah was sitting on her bed, watching the other girls, Mia not included, as she was seated me to Sarah, run around and try to gather up all of their things, especially Lavender and Pavarti running around trying to collect all of their make-up from where ever it went off to. Sarah and Mia just glanced at each other and giggled.

"You guys do realize we are going to be back in two weeks, right? You don't  have to take everything you own with you." Sarah says, and Lavender and Pavarti look at her.

"Um, Sarah! I need my gold accented nail polish so I can do the decorations on my nail for Christmas! What would I do without it?" Pavarti says, and Sarah walks over and plucks a bottle off of Pavarti's vanity.

"This gold accented nail polish?" Sarah asked, and Pavarti jumped up and hugged Sarah.

"Thanks, Sarah, you're a lifesaver!" Pavarti says as she runs to put said bottle of nail polish in her bag.

"You haven't seen my red dress, have you, Sarah? the one with the silver accents?" Lavender asked Sarah, who sighed and walked over to the closet and pulled it out of her section.

"You stuck it in my closet because yours ran out of room," Sarah said and handed the dress to Lavender, who rubbed the back of her head with a thoughtful look on her face.

"Oh yeah. I guess I did do that, huh? Thanks, Sarah!" Lavender bolted off to throw it in her bag and bring the said bag down to the common room so it would go on the train leaving later. Sarah saw Mia glance at Lavender going down the stairs.

"Hey Mia, guess what?" Sarah asks, and Hermione turns to look at her.

"What Sarah?" Mia said, using the same tone Sarah used, and Sarah scowled at her.

"Yeah, yeah, mock me all you want. We are going to get to see our friends again today for the first time in months! Also, bonus, we aren't missing the musical!" Sarah says, her excitement regaining steam with every word she spoke. Mia shot her a smile at that.

"Yeah, you're right. Plus we will have our annual 'Giving each other gifts to celebrate our friendship that just happens to fall on a holiday when exactly that is done, but this isn't in celebration of that holiday because some of us don't celebrate it.' That's the title you and Kate-Lynn came up with, right?" Hermione said with humour.

"Yeah, that sounds about right Mia. though the rest of you tend to shorten it to 'A friendly non-holiday gift-giving ceremony' or just 'this isn't a holiday' Am I right?" Sarah says with a smirk, and Hermione rolls her eyes.

"you do realize that is mostly Faith, right? Well, either her or Si, but it is mostly those two." Hermione says, and Sarah nods.

"Yeah, I do know it is mostly them, but the rest of you still do it from time to time," Sarah says.

"No arguments from me," Hermione says, and then she glances at her watch.

"Crap! I have to go; I'll see you on the train, okay Sarah?" Hermione says, and bolts out the door before Sarah can respond. Sarah sighs, Hermione does that all the time. Granted she also does it, so she can't really be the pot calling the kettle black. Speaking of, Sarah realizes she has a meeting with Sev in a few minutes, and so she grabs her present for him from her trunk and begins to rush down into the dungeons. Sarah reached the door to Sev's rooms; the well travelled path known so well by her she could have travelled it blind in the middle of the night. She knocks and then waits for the "Come in" that always greets her when she arrives at the rooms.