Princess

Sure, I had dated a few boys but they only seemed to want me as a trophy. And every time they would make me feel weird if I didn't want to do anything intimate with them.

Most girls made me feel like shit because of it. Hermione was always there to spell away my tears and tell me they were jealous. Like the time two girls in the year above me called me a whore in front of the whole dining hall because one of their boyfriends had lied about snogging me.

"Margot?" Annabelle my roommate glided into the bathroom like the sweet angel she was. She smiled at me and then cupped my chin in her hand, "You look gorgeous darling". I smiled because I knew I had to. If I didn't I would have Annabelle pestering me all night to make sure that I was ok.