Katherine Frances's Blog, page 316
September 15, 2015
"Beautiful sadness is a myth. Sadness turns our features to clay, not porcelain."
- David Levithan, Every Day
(via feelingsofthesecondarycharacters)
"Terror made me cruel."
- Emily Brontë - Wuthering Heights
September 13, 2015
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From
How I Became a...
Kim Shimmers and the Screech Owl
A Harry Potter Fanfiction by me
This Harry Potter fanfiction will be posted, as long as all goes well, every weekend.
Chapter 8
Not a Gryffindor
The next morning Kim had to hastily pack her things because she hadn’t done so the night before. It was very unlike her. Her eyes were swollen and purply-red when she went down for breakfast, and her head felt fat from crying through the night. She hadn’t wanted to allow herself, but she couldn’t help it. Something about the darkness of the dormitory felt so like her insides she couldn’t help but allowing the fortress walls to crack silently, and for the tears to come spilling out. She didn’t see Harry, Ron, Hermione or Fred and George for that matter. That didn’t stop her from looking for them over the heads of students as they were ushered out of the castle, evidently still holding onto hope that she could make amends before she left, trying to reassure herself that maybe at least Fred and George hadn’t completely abandoned her. But no such thing happened.
“Are you alright?” Luna asked her on the train back to London.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she said in a spirited voice. It was so convincing it almost startled Kim. She didn’t know when she became such a good liar, because she supposed she’d always been. “I just think I’m coming down with something,” she said, gesturing lightly to her face which had no doubt been why Luna asked if she was alright. Luna smiled and nodded, believing her.
The trip home was long and boring. It left her with her thoughts of abandonment and friendlessness. Her stomach wouldn’t settle. What if Harry never forgives you? What if he’s right to be angry with you? Maybe you shouldn’t have told Dumbledore after all. Maybe you’re no good at divination, maybe what you saw was never going to happen. What if Fred and George find out what you did? They’ll probably be mad. They’ll probably never speak to you again. All these thoughts were swimming in tandem with, They’ll toss you aside.
Seeing her family was briefly distracting. She still couldn’t quite feel like she belonged here, but at least she wasn’t being shunned away. At least everyone in her home was happy to see her back for the month she’d be with them. Her mother wasn’t even upset about Strix, though she was a little baffled by the choice of a screech owl of all things. Kim didn’t bother trying to explain that she hadn’t chosen Strix, rather the other way around.
Retta demand she be told everything about her new boarding school, which was terrible because the only thing she could easily talk about was the people, given that Retta couldn’t be told a single thing about the magical school itself. But the people happened to be the last thing Kim felt like talking about.
“Come on, you had to’ve met someone cute,” Retta hedged.
“Well sure,” Kim reasoned, stuffing her hands in her pockets as they walked around the neighborhood. It was chilly but there was no snow here yet, unlike Scotland. Still the two of them wore winter coats to protect from the occasional bighting wind. “I don’t know,” she finally continued, “I met some nice people, made some friends. But…”
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Sometimes my decision to read a series first instead of another is because I...
Sometimes my decision to read a series first instead of another is because I can no longer stand the flood of references I don’t understand on my dashboard.
