⚠️TRIGGER WARNINGS - EATING DISORDERS, SELF HARM⚠️
It's the start of a new year at Hogwarts, year 4. You're very nervous because everyone has to get re-sorted this year, although nobody has told you why... "Harry Potter" you watch as Harry walks up to the chair
"Gryffindor!" The hat shouts out. You think to yourself, "Maybe you'll end up back in Gryffindor, with me!" You can feel Hermione's nervousness almost radiating off her.
"No one has changed houses yet" you offer to Hermione.
"Amythyst Ensudure" that's my cue you think as you walk up letting your silky brown hair down.
"Slytherin!" the hat screams out almost as soon as it touches your head. you let out a soft gasp. you've always been quiet so you hold yourself together and walk to the Slytherin table making eye contact with Hermoine as you see her once hopeful grin turn into a frown.
"Looks like you're with me now," Malfoy says with a smirk. He almost never truly smiled. It was always so mischievous. You honestly didn't think he was bad looking with that grin on his face. You've always hated his guts, although you didn't know why. That's what you were taught, hate Malfoys guts. You don't reply, all you do is look at the floor. Once everyone is sorted you go up to your room and start crying. It's the type of cry that is full of hatred and sadness. You didn't know why everything was suddenly changing right before your eyes, but it was, and you had to accept that. Somehow through the tears you feel your stomach rumble, you haven't eaten all day, the sorting ceremony left you in such distraught, but why would you care that you hadn't eaten? you're not with your friends anymore. Your friends always convinced you to eat when you didn't think you could. You decide you should eat. It is what's best you think to yourself. That's always what Hermione would tell you. You go downstairs, your eyes obviously puffy and stained with black mascara and eyeliner, but get stopped by Draco,
"going somewhere love?" he says, the side of his lips turning up slightly
"Draco move," you say, and you mean it, you don't have the patience for him right now, and definitely not the patience for his pet names..
"or what," he says, obviously trying to irk you.
"just" you sigh
"just please move" the little patience you have gone he rolls his eyes
"whatever" and he walks off. You quickly run down to the dining hall and grab a green apple, your favorite. You always love the way it was sour, but also sweet. When you reached your bedroom you felt dizzy and overwhelmed with the scent of bo and onions, a disgusting combination. Just the smell made you want to throw up the apple you just had. Just before you pass out you make out a male figure staring down at you.
