 Sarah thinks I'm cute | Shan's safe space.
Though it was her second year of being at Hogwarts, Winifred still wasn't used to it. The cleithrophobia she'd experienced intensely during her first term had settled slight, but it still lingered, threatening to rise into her throat and choke her if she let her guard down. Seeing her family settle in had helped a lot, though - it was easier to relax if she knew they were happy, even if she would never stop worrying. Not completely.
And forming (albeit tentative) friendships herself had helped the oldest Grimaldi child. As each day passed she tried to lean into them, but lingering at the back of her mind was always the idea that people wouldn't like her if she wasn't, you know, the Babysitter. It was a horrible feeling, and no doubt her therapist would want to talk about it. So Winifred didn't mention it during their sessions.
With the smile that had graced the lens of more than a few paparazzi (and no doubt frustrated them - the diplomatic nature with which she carried herself was not exactly tabloid fodder), the sixth year ordered a butterbeer at the bar and then carried it to a corner booth. Her shopping bags rested at her feet, containing treats for her family, and giving her an excuse to get out an just be. There was something so freeing about walking the streets alone - even if she wasn't technically alone-alone, given the number of other students.
And now she was done, she sort of hoped a family member or friend would join her, because she was sort of over her own company.
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⇀ Standing now, calling all the people here to see the show_____________________________
Calling for my demons now to let me go ↽
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