Originally Posted by imaginarynumb3rs

Tapping her fork against her plate, Wesley tried to find some source of hunger in her. Somewhere, she HAD to be hungry. But she wasn't.

It wasn't because she was full. Or nervous. Or grossed out by food in general. It was more because of the quirky feeling of sadness swirling around in the pit of her stomach.

Angry at herself, the Hufflepuff felt like banging her head on the table. Because she shouldn't be sad. And more importantly, she needed to eat. Or else she was going to throw up again, like the last time.

Shaking the tangled mess of her once short hair, Wesley tried to not think about her first night here at Hogwarts. Although it wasn't the very most pleasant event, thinking of it would only make her start crying. Because in that stew of embarrassment, sickness, and exhaustion, was one of her very favorite memories. It was the night she had finally been sorted, the night she had finally met her Hufflepuffs. Her new family. Or rather, one branch of her new family. The entire school was her fa-

No,, Wesley thought, breaking into her thoughts and stopping it short. No. I love Mother. And Father. I love them because they are my parents. They are my family, and I love them. Mother and Father- they take care of me. They've given up having fun for me. They've given me clothes, and books, and a home. And I am a bad girl for replacing them with my school friends. Because that is what my peers are. They are my friends. They are not my family. My family is Mother and Father. And I love them. I am a bad girl, and they still keep me. And I love them. I love them more than anything. she told herself sternly, feeling sick with betrayal. Looking at her glass, filled with water, she held it to her lips, and began to drink in huge gulps, eyes squeezed shut, forhead creased.

I love them! I really, really, really love them!