Prefect duties, it’s as boring as it sounds. You roam the halls of Hogwarts looking for people out after curfew, and report them. Follow set procedures handed to you in meetings, all of this goes with your badge. I’ve done this for a year and a half now, and during the time I’ve learned I never want to be a part of Magical Law Enforcement.

It’s not only boring, it’s useless. Rules are set by some majority consent, and then people break those rules. This is just how life is. No exceptions. The biggest problem with all of this, everything, is just what this represents for me.

( Boredom. )

Parents kicked me out, my house mates hate me, the one good thing I have going for me anymore sleeps in the opposite part of the castle as me and only have the sporadic class together. I've got to start eating at the Gryffindor table.

( Right. )

“MUM! HAVE YOU SEEN MY PINK TOP?”
 
I only tense up a second. I’ll never get used to the yelling. Especially without repercussion. Especially when it’s Nat doing the yelling at her parents.
 
But her mum just yells back, “IT’S IN THE WASH.”
 
No malice, or cursing, or any future promise of pain or degradation.
 
Just what I always thought normal should be.
 
And I’m in the middle of it. ( Read more... )

When I got home last night, I was met at the door. Trunk in hand, my mother was there. She greeted me with six words.

“I will deal with you tomorrow.”

And with that, she went to bed.

( After dad went to work... )

With a shaky hand I grab my quill. I dip it into the ink bottle, but my arm gives a more violent shudder and I tip the bottle over.

With a curse I set it back up and clean up the mess. I redip my nib and let my hand hover over the parchment.

With a sigh that makes my free arm clutch my midsection, I write down the only name connected to the only face that I wish I could see right now.

( Natalie, )