The Potions Master

fouгтеел: summertime sadness

I was now 15, my h/c was now longer, my height had increased, my body shape changed, more femininely, my knowledge increased, my perspective would also develope more intelligently, I was older.

I sat in my room, in my home. My family home. In my bedroom. I was fearing what was to come in just a few days. I had three days of summer left, until muggle school would start again.. I would continue to my first year of 'highschool', I'm what muggles call a freshman. I hated muggle school, missed Hogwarts. I didn't have a problem with the kids, they didn't mistreat me, exclude me or ridicule me. I just.. I didn't fit in. I didn't feel right holding a pencil, it should be a wand. I didn't like the sport football, or soccer, I wanted Quidditch.

I was worried enough, my owl o/n had disappeared. She/he'd gone missed a few weeks ago, I've been keeping my window open in hopes he'd return. Every second of every minute of every hour of every day of every week my window was open for o/n. Sure a few bugs would fly in, but my mum would come in and zap them with her wand for me.

My parents, they've been thinking I'm depressed, they talk about it sometimes in secret. They haven't asked about it. I hoped they wouldn't, they're also looking for a new magic art school for me. But they haven't done too much about it.

I hadn't ever really hardly come out of my room the past year and a half, plus summer. I just stayed inside my room. I didn't do much either, i rarely felt like eating. I wasn't developing a eating disorder, I just didn't have an appetite. I didn't do any of my normal hobbies, I didn't enjoy watching muggle shows as much, I just slept a lot. I could see why my parents thought I was depressed. The only thing I have been doing really is writing to my friends whom been enjoying themselves at Hogwarts. Well, Hermione, Harry and Ron haven't really written to me, they did a few times but they eventually stopped up after the first few months when I first got expelled. I did write though, my main hobby..But my owl had gone away..

I had muggle friends, they had a strong liking for me, they did, but they just didn't fill my appetite or life. It wasn't like Hogwarts. Nothing here was.

It was in the middle of the night around 3am, I was just sleepily sitting on the ground, resting my head on the edge of my window ciel tiredly. Depressively waiting, in the same state as the night before. I had been starting to lose hope for my o/n to return.

This was enough for tonight, i should just get some sleep. Although I'd already been sleeping a lot more than usual.. I decidedly closed my eyes, leaning against the window frame still. Drifting off...

time skip.

"Whoo *nudge*, who". I rose my head up from the floor, tiredly grumbling intolerable things to myself. Opening my heavy e/c eyes to see my o/n sitting there. Tilting his head and whooing at me curiously. He held a letter which he pecked at me poking me with the paper. He purred at me. "Where have you-! oh.. well what's this?" I started and sat up more straight taking the letter gradually. I patted my knee and o/n jumped onto it curiously nuzzling me, I was glad to have him back. He brought me some sort of note. Rather fancy looking letter. I turned the envelope around observing the red seal. It had the four houses printed onto the stamp, with the Letter H in the middle.. what was.. was this from Hogwarts? I looked at o/n. "What might this be? Is that where've you been off to? Hogwarts?" I petted him and carefully opened the letter excitedly. What if there was good news inside? I tried to not tear the envelope to shreds, very difficult to open. I took out the Snow White paper with fancy calligraphy written on it. It looked like a rather short note, sigh, maybe it was just a permenant farewell. It was quite dark i couldn't read it. I went to conjure up a lumos but, I had no wand. I sighed getting up and turned the light switch on, o/n jumping around on my bed seeking a place to rest. Probably on my pillow..