"Who the bloody hell are you?!"
"The gingerbread man!"
"Oh we're screwed"
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[Book 1]
Mya Halliwell and Lea Scott were always diehard Harry Potter fans. They use to say up late on weekends binge watching the whol...
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The following day Lea was worried for her friend, as she spotted her laughing more than usual in the great hall. Especially when she did something with her bandaged hand. To everyone around Mya she just seemed to think she was in a pleasant mood that morning. But anyone who looked into her eyes saw a different story. Lea had known Mya when she broke her arm in sith grade trying to slide down the railing of the stairs. And it was then that she knew when Mya got injured, she was different than most. Mya did not cry that day as her arm was visibly broken, no she laughed. It was a pain mechanism she had, to just laugh when she was hurt.
So Lea walked over to the giggling girl as she worried last night's detention with Umbridge had pained her friend too much.
"Mya, can I talk to you?" Lea asked.
"Sure," Mya stood up as she slung her bag over her shoulder. "See you guys in Divination."
"See ya," Dean told her with a smile.
Lea and Mya walked through the crowds of people going in for breakfast as they walked down the corridor where no one was. Lea turned around as she looked worried at Mya.
"What up?" Mya asked her.
"How's your hand?" Lea gave her a look.
"It's fine," Mya waved it off as if she still wasn't feeling the pain.
"Really?" Lea grabbed Mya's left hand causing the girl to let out a laugh. "Because you don't seem fine."
"F-fine," Mya snatched her hand back as she let out another laugh in pain. "I-it hurt-t's a little."
"Mya you need to go to the hospital wing," Lea told her with a serious expression on her face. "Your hurt."
"And what good will that do?" Mya rubbed her hand. "You know nothing will stop that hateful woman. And the pain will go away."
"Yes, but if you were less stubborn then it could go away a lot faster," Lea rolled her eyes.
"Pain is good for you, it helps to build up a tolerance," Mya really didn't want to talk about this any further.
"Who the bloody hell says that?!" Lea threw her hands up in frustration.
"I don't know, every evil person," Mya guessed.
"Talking about Umbridge?" The two looked over to see Fred and George walking over towards them.
"Yes," Mya turned to look at them with a smirk. "I'm thinking about tieing her up as I smash all the pictures of her cats in front of her, want in?"
"Sure," Fred shrugged nodding his head.
"I'm sorry did you say cats?" George raised a brow.
"Yes. I had the privilege of doing detention in her office last night, and the woman's room is full of pictures of cats all over the pink walls," Mya told him.
