solemnly mine ▫️ g.f.w

t h i r t e e n

This week has been a little rough with Bryce being back. I guess one of the only good things is, I only had two classes with him. One on Mondays and then again on Wednesday. I tried to as Professor McGonagall for a class switch but there were no other professors teaching the course level I needed at a time that I was already free. So I had to stick it out. She did say if any future problems came up to come to straight away and she and Professor Snape would take care of it.

Like Professor Snape would do anything about disciplining a Slytherin student.

The only last good thing about my week was last night I receive a letter from my dad.

Flower,

I am sorry that he is back. I wish there was more that I could do to help you. Have you talked to the Weasley boys about it? They might be able to help you since I am not there. I took it upon myself to write to Professor McGonagall. If there is one professor I trust with this situation it is her. Feel free to talk to her if you seem like you have nowhere else to go.

If anything I would come and beat him up for what he did.

How are classes going? I hope well. You are so smart. You always have been since you were a small baby.

Maybe I can get you home for a weekend soon. Maybe my birthday?

I miss you and our talks.

-Pad

His letter made me smile. He really is the best dad.

The following Friday I had my Art class. I was dreading it just a little since I am a terrible artist but I needed something to distract me for an hour and a half. To take my mind off the craziness of this year as it was to be the worst one yet. Still, I wasn't too worried since I always put my studies first.

Marie and I had already had two late nights in the library and it's only the first week.

I woke up semi-early to get ready for my Art class. I slipped on my uniform pants. Grabbing my button up off the floor and pulling it on. I stood in the mirror cleaning myself up as I would shower after class. I pulled my house sweater over my button up and then searched for my hairbrush. Knowing it was laying around somewhere.

I quickly found it and pulled my hair into a loose ponytail, pulling out a few strains of hair. I looked at the clock and saw I had 15 minutes till class as I had slept through breakfast. I rushed to the bathroom putting on so deodorant and perfume before grabbing my things for class. My shoes were the last thing I put on as I headed out the door.

As I left the common room I noticed how quiet it was. No one was here. The common area was messy as a few younger students stayed up late last night. Marie and I having to tell them to get their butts to bed when we came strolling in at 1 in the morning. Already making us the designated Mother of the Gryffindor house.

I staggered out of the Gryfindor common area and into the stairwell, where a few students were coming back from breakfast or to grab something they forgot. I soon joined all the other students in the hallways as I made my way to the fifth floor for my Art class. When I entered the room is was somewhat empty as there were only 5 other students waiting for class to start. I took a seat in the back and organized all my things before class started.

So far I was the only Gryffindor in the class so far. As the time ticked down most of the class was filled up with Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws. There were a few Slytherins who filled in last minute. I sat towards the back minding my own business. Keeping quiet as our professor started his back to school lecture and gave us a full review of what we were going to be doing this year.