 Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?
Oh. Apparently they were doing more muggle-hating today. She held back tears. It wasn't the professor's fault. itwasn't itwasn't itwasn't. "I would be my boy- bestfriend." Close one there. "I wanna be him because I think his life is better. He goes--- to a different wizarding school." Untrue, actually. He was a muggle, plain and simple. "Are we doing wizard acting today?" She crossed her arms. It was weird, but the tiniest little thing could still set her off. You'd think living horribly would change things, but it really just intensified them. She pictured her friend. Light brown hair. Sparkly eyes. Nice smell. Radiant smile. And most importantly, a better life. Maybe she did want to be him. She was glad that he was doing fine, but now she couldn't be him. Which meant she had to be her. Which she hated, by the way. |