Finding Sanity, a hp fanfic
The person whom said they'd write this with me isn't :/ so yeah..... Pinnaples and kumquats
I wake up on my second day of hogwarts and I check my watch. It's only six am. I curse under my breath.
Day one wasn't very good, I got sorted into hufflepuff and all the slytherins were whispering about how I was a stupid little muggle born, or as they say it mudblood.
I don't have to get up until twelve, I guess dread made me wake up. I try to go back to sleep, but alas, no luck. I'm doomed to stay awake, so I might as well get ready for the day. The only good thing that happened yesterday was meeting Blitz.
I comb my tangly black hair, which ends at my chin and curls up. It is impossible to comb. I clothe my bright green eyes with square, orange-rimmed glasses. I put on clean robes. I brush my teethe, then I walk to that place where you eat, I forget the name.
A few people are there, unknown faces from all different houses. Food appears at my plate when I sit down, pancakes and waffles, a goblet of orange juice.
Someone walks behind me and pinches my neck. "Mudblood!" they say, then they run away. I finish eating then I sigh.
More people walk into the room, they yell "mudblood!" at me. More slytherins. I bury my face in my hands and bite back tears, wondering if I'd be better off at home.
Day one wasn't very good, I got sorted into hufflepuff and all the slytherins were whispering about how I was a stupid little muggle born, or as they say it mudblood.
I don't have to get up until twelve, I guess dread made me wake up. I try to go back to sleep, but alas, no luck. I'm doomed to stay awake, so I might as well get ready for the day. The only good thing that happened yesterday was meeting Blitz.
I comb my tangly black hair, which ends at my chin and curls up. It is impossible to comb. I clothe my bright green eyes with square, orange-rimmed glasses. I put on clean robes. I brush my teethe, then I walk to that place where you eat, I forget the name.
A few people are there, unknown faces from all different houses. Food appears at my plate when I sit down, pancakes and waffles, a goblet of orange juice.
Someone walks behind me and pinches my neck. "Mudblood!" they say, then they run away. I finish eating then I sigh.
More people walk into the room, they yell "mudblood!" at me. More slytherins. I bury my face in my hands and bite back tears, wondering if I'd be better off at home.
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