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Theia had been through a lot for only being seventeen years old. Not necessarily a lot of bad stuff, there was a load of good stuff too. But society seems to think a happy childhood and a believable smile warrant a good life and any complains are just minor bumps on the bright yellow road to success.
Society, in particularly, has a habit of devaluating the reasons you're unhappy. Friendly people can't be lonely because they have tons of friends. Everyone forgets you can be lonely in a sea of people. Having friends doesn't automatically solve your loneliness; loneliness is something that requires external and internal treatment. It isn't fixed by just tossing the person into a crowded room and saying "problem solved".
Clever people can't feel lost because they're too smart to be lost. If you're smart then you're not allowed to be lost. They think you're already on the right path — the path to educational success. They don't see that the education system is filled with sheets of paper dictating which social class it's students' grades will allow them to live in for the rest of their lives. No going against the system; if you're illiterate, stick to a low grade job, don't bother trying to be successful. It doesn't take into consideration that not everyone is academically smart and for the record: that's perfectly fucking fine, despite what the system tells you.
Rich people can't be sad because they're rich. People have this delusional stigma that money can buy you happiness. It can't. Maybe, it can brighten your day or cheer you up, but money have only buy material wealth; it can't buy actually buy happiness or loyalty or peace of mind. It can't buy a doting mother who notices when you're feeling blue, it can't buy you a brother that doesn't ignore your entire existence, it can't buy you friends that are good company and are actually there for you. Theia Avery knows this first hand.
Money didn't make Theia happy. Intelligence didn't make Theia happy. Friends didn't make Theia happy. Maybe, she was just another spoilt rich kid people liked to moan about. Maybe, she was taking everything she had for granted. But unless it was wrapped delicately in little brown paper for her to ignite, or being inhaled like oxygen through a hundred dollar bill, it wasn't enough to bring Theia the serotonin she needed. As shameful as it was for a pureblood like herself to purchase "muggle goods". Imagine the horror on her mother's face when she finds out her daughter is friends with a half-blood in her year that hooks her up with weed and snow. Not to mention if her mother found out her daughter was high at a very important Christmas party at the largest of five Avery mansions scattered around the UK and Ireland.
But Theia had no fear of her mother's wrath because she knew her mother would actually have to pay attention to her to realise that she was high as a horse on ketamine. She'd lost track of how long it had been since she left the party downstairs to retreat to one of the guest-rooms with Maud Greengrass. Not that it mattered, there was a large possibility her mother hadn't even noticed her absence.
