7. Confundus?!
The strange girl left her alone and as she heard people arguing downstairs, all using that strange name the girl had called her; she approached the floor mirror on her knees. The reflection was strange, she touched the glass tentatively and it was cold, she thought with confusion, ‘This is me. Yet... I don’t remember what I look like. But, this is me. Isn’t it?’ She traced the bushy hair and soft round face. She poked at each caramel colored iris. None of it seemed familiar. “Who am I?” She said with a frown. She felt lost. Had Professor Snape, the man the blond girl mentioned, done this to her? She scowled. No, it didn’t sound right somehow. ‘Then who? How could I tell when I don’t even know myself?’ “Her-My-Oh-Knee.” She said, testing the flavour of it in her mouth. She didn’t like it, she decided, it was too verbose. She got up from the mirror and poked her head out the open window, a bush of white roses were close enough to touch. She sighed and plucked one out from the others. “Rose,” She said and smiled at its simple beauty. “I SAY SHE IS CONFUNDED!” Someone yelled. |