It had been a bad day. No, it had been a horrible day. Emmalyn wanted nothing to do with any of the other students at Hogwarts. All she wanted was to hide, and cry. Most of all, cry. The year hadn’t turned out how she had hoped. She thought being a second year would mean she was better at spells, better at potions, and better at all of the things she felt like she failed at the previous year. Her only highlight had been making the quidditch team, but that could only carry her spirits so far.

She fumbled along, near the doors to the Great Hall, and found a small wooden door. Her hand reached out to grab the knob and gave it a little turn. Much to her surprise, the door opened. Inside was dark and full of cleaning supplies, but had enough room for her to fold herself down on the floor and be alone. Her eyes darted back and forth, making sure no one spotted her, then she entered the closet and quietly shut the door.

Once sitting in the dark, the tears started to flow.