"Y/N, sweetie, there's a letter in the mail for youuuu!" my mommy hollered at me in a teasing tone..
I knew immediately what she was talking about. Ever since I was little, I've wanted to be a witch, but when the time came I never got my letter.. I was too short (3'2) and so petite (-100 lbs) that they didn't even recognize me as an organism.. smol bean problems, am I right? Heh. Ever since then, I've been measuring my height obsessively and gaining weight which is really hard for a little cinnamon woll like me but I finally hit 4'5 a month ago! ;-;
"Coming mom!!" I replied, shutting my laptop closed firmly.
Before slipping out my door and tumbling down my stairs cutely, I adjust my baggy hoodie over my tiny body... it's an xs but fits me like an xxxl. As I scramble down the stairs I worry a bit... what if I don't fit in at my new school? Or even worse, what if they find out about my family's secret? I sigh, knowing my world would be completely over.
"What's up, mom?" I sigh with nerves, trying to hide my slight smile. She doesn't mind grinning though.
"Baby girl!" she squeals like a muddy pig who just got fed a feast "it's your letter from Hogwarts!!! You're finally tall enough to attend, but you have to wear a wig to hide your real identity..."
I sigh. Of course. A wig? Hell no. What if they think I'm bald?? 💀 "Ew no mom, I'll look fucking ugly"
Her reply is expected, an eye roll as her hands move to her hips. "You're wearing the wig. And you're gonna buy it with the rest of your supplies, okay? I only have $50,000 to spare for your school shopping so please spend it wisely.."
Ugh. I hate how poor we are.. "Okay mom.. thanks I GUESS"
*timeskip to the day I'm leaving*
I look at my small, feeble body in the mirror. My long, gorgeous, silky, feminine h/c locks flow freely, a small bow tied at the back. (Almost as small as the gap in my thighs) I'm in an adorable skirt and thigh highs, sneakers.. not heels..ew, am I right? .... and I'm wearing no makeup. Makeup is for sluts! ^_^
"HONEY, THE TRAIN!" my dumb mom yells, and I stumble down to the parlor room of our very small eight story house. It's basically a soup kitchen if soup kitchens were cardboard boxes. I leave through the grand door and start walking, but my small legs don't get me anywhere fast. Luckily, I'm so light that the wind picks me up and carries me to the train station like I'm a feather, then gently sets me down on the ground like the docile little angel flower I am. As I get comfy in my train car, I feel strong emerald orbs gazing at me, but I don't know from who... could it be someone knows my family's dark secret?
YOU ARE READING
I Focking Louwv Youwe (Draco Malfoy x y/n)
RomanceIm a normal girl who's been accepted into hogwarts school of magic or whatever it's called, where I meet Draco 😍😍 he's cold and smelly but he changes just for me and it's so hot and real
