「I feel...」| Prompt
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FIRST YEAR:
I feel... nervous. When daddy told us we had to go to Hogwarts, I wasn't exactly sure about it. I think mummy's school would have been more fun-- especially since Thal wouldn't have to be in another house... if they even have houses. Ravenclaw isn't all that great. I don't see the big deal... Still I suppose it was better than Gryffindor like Thal. Daddy didn't seem too happy that neither of us got Slytherin, though; but I think I'm in the clear. I just wish people would stop staring at me oddly. Like... so what if I come from my family? What did that have to do with anything? They aren't all terrible! And then they have the nerve to call me prejudice... Whatever. I don't like this or them, but I'll give it a try. Be... positive.
SECOND YEAR:
I feel... better. I'm getting used to this and hey, I'm gradually making friendships. Thal is still my best friend, though. The people seem to be growing more tolerable as the days pass... so that's good. Though I got detention, for like, a week because the professor didn't think setting Thal's Herbology project on fire was funny. Which it was, I don't know what she was talking about. But I got forced to apologise- even though Thal knows I'm only kidding. It's not like she's so innocent... not that any of these people would believe me. Ugh. Slowly making friends but also making enemies. How fun... Maybe daddy will transfer me out last minute. Hopefully.
THIRD YEAR:
I feel... happy. I made the Quidditch team as a Beater. Which was cool and all because they're supposed to be... what was that word Thalia used? Rad? Wicked? I don't know, some stupid muggle term she picked up from her house-mates. The people by now are better. Some more than others, of course, but I try to ignore the unwanted. I still can't fully get along with my room-mates though. All so... different... sort of. I don't know. That Mckinnon girl also is into Quidditch, so I suppose I better find another way to make nice...
FOURTH YEAR:
I feel... annoyed. Marlene is annoying. My classmates are annoying. The professors (save Slughorn, bless him) are annoying. Even Thalia is being annoying. Why? I keep hearing rumours about literally everything and I can't take it. I just want things to stop. Can I silence an entire castle? Would that even work? Anyway, Thal has been really... odd.... like more than usual. Which I don't like. I don't like how she spends more time with those Gryffinlosers. She's my sister but apparently they're more fun than me. Yeah, just wait until we're home for holidays. Let's see who bails her out of trouble with dad.
FIFTH YEAR:
I feel... angry. War? Is that what they were calling it? A declaration of war? Something along those lines-- apparently we're in some war and all of those Gryffinnerds are for muggles and muggleborns? Thal knows where our family stands. She knows where I stand. I'm literally surrounded by yuck and I can't act out on disgust because I'll actually get in trouble. Like how is that fair? It isn't. At all! People can say nasty things about purebloods but yet when we say something nasty, we're the bad ones? Fucking bullshit. Not to mention, Thal is still acting aloof.
SIXTH YEAR:
I feel... livid. Wow, Hogwarts really changes a kid. Seriously ever since I came here, it's all went downhill. First I'm not even sorted into the family house, I'm not with my sister, and I'm surrounded by blood traitors. Only good perk is I'm on the Quidditch team and I have really good marks, but what's the point? I suck at Herbology still and while it kills me to do it I have to ask others for help sometimes. Mainly Thalia, but that task has grown difficult over the years. She and the Gryffindorks are literally inseparable Like wow thanks for sticking by me? I mean, yeah, she still hangs around and deals with my shit but... it isn't the same. Hogwarts is not fun. Why did I ever want to be positive about this? Clearly, it didn't work. And not to mention that so called war is only getting worse and Thalia's been more defiant about everything. I think something is in the pumpkin juice.
Now, an entry has not yet been filled for Seventh year, but along the lines of her sister is seriously debating on leaving the family... and her parents pushing her for a betrothal, it wasn't good. Just like every other year prior, basically. Hogwarts made her hate blood traitors, muggles, and muggleborns even more than her father had. Melanie didn't understand what was so great about them-- why do people want to be surrounded by them? What did they have that... that she didn't? Seven years... it took seven years for her own twin to realise that Mel wasn't what she wanted. Sure, Thalia never told Melanie straightforward, but every sign was there. Mel wanted to ignore it until it went away, except it never went anywhere. All it did was grow stronger, as did her contempt.
Hogwarts was a prison to her. She hated it, but knew she had to continue through until the end of this year. Once that was over, she was done. Safe wasn't a problem for Melanie. She was a pureblood in favour of what the Death Eaters had been preaching. She was safe from harms way. However, she now feared silently for her sister. The one who she grew up with, the one who stayed with her all those late nights and early mornings. Her best friend. That was all about to be gone because of what was happening, because of Hogwarts.
If only Mr. Selwyn let the twins go off to Beauxbatons, like Mrs. Selwyn wanted...
