YNs pov
“Up up!” Is the first thing I heard this morning from Pansy as she stood beside my bed fully dressed, hair in a bun and books in hand.
“Whoa, what time is it? Am I late for my first classes?” I question in a state of panic, today I have Potions first and I’ve always had a knack for it. It’s probably the only class I’m the least bit excited for.
“No, it’s only 8 silly, first class is at 9. You are going to be late for breakfast though.” She says with a giggle before dropping her books in her bed and grabbing my arms to hoist me out of my bed.
She pushes me into the bathroom and grabs my Slytherin clothes and robes, shoving them in there with me.
“Hurry up, I need to find a guy to obsess over for the next 7 years.” She groans from behind the closed bathroom door.
I button up my shirt and fasten my dark green tie that makes my eyes pop. I accidentally bought a size too small of a button up because it’s super tight and fitted on me when I had hoped for it to be looser. I’m about to put my robe on when she grabs me and yells that we have no time and starts running towards the great hall. Thankfully I don’t fall or trip over my own feet and soon enough she’s calming herself and straightening her shirt as we walk through the doors of the great hall.
I look over at Mattheo and see he’s again surrounded by people, I look at Draco and see that he’s talking to some girl who was sorted into Slytherin last night, I think her name was Astoria. I can see by the way he’s looking at her that he likes her so I can’t sit there either. Pansy runs and joins the crowd surrounding Mattheo and I’m left standing awkwardly in the middle of the hall.
I look at the other tables and spot Harry, Hermione and Ron. I remember what Ron said about always being allowed to sit with them so slowly I walk over there and sit next to them.
“Hi guys!” I beam at them and they all look taken aback after they hear me speak. Ron gives me a weird look before looking at Harry in a weird way too.
“Uhmm, YN, you know your house is Slytherin right?” He says carefully, like I might not have remembered.
“Yea, why?” I replied with confusion. He looks at me like I’m an idiot and frankly I don’t appreciate it. He stares at me as I grab a plate and load it with bacon, hashbrowns and fruit and continues to stare at me while I eat them. In fact all of them do.
“YN, you have to eat at your own table.” Ron finally breaks the silence by saying.
“But nobody there likes me and you yourself said I would always be welcome to sit with you guys.” I whisper confused, I look around the hall and can see almost everyone at the Gryffindor table is glaring at me where I sit and all of the Slytherins are glaring at me too.
What is going on?
“YN, Gryffindor and Slytherin have always been against each other, don’t you know? Hermione Insisted again, looking at me like I was crazy. Did I have something in my teeth? I reach my hand up to my mouth to pick out what I assume is a piece of bacon when unexpectedly Hermione slaps my hand down, likely in a way to get my attention.
I immediately flinch hard and before I know it I'm running out of the great hall and onto one of the staircases, trying to go anywhere but there. I run into an abandoned washroom and slam a stall door behind me.
God, I should've known I would've gotten treated like this, it's all my fault. That's why my parents hit me. It's because I'm an annoying little waste of space whose only benefit is to continue their pureblood line.
“Myrtle?” A soft breathy voice projects through the bathroom.
“I didn't know ghosts could slam doors!” She says again incredulously.
“I'll make sure my dad puts it in the quibbler.” she gushed.
I unlocked my stall door and slowly walked out seeing a girl with long blonde hair in Ravenclaw uniforms.
“Oh! YN isn't it? I must say you looked so pretty yesterday getting sorted, I wish I had your hair.” The girl said and that must've been the last straw as I crumpled down to the ground sobbing and hyperventilating into my knees.
“Oh baby, it's ok.” That same breathy voice says and soon I can feel her presence in front of me and she puts her hands on my knees until I finally look up. She lifts one of her hands up to my face and rubs my cheekbones, she looks at my eyes where my bruise is sure to be showing as my tears probably wiped off the makeup.
“Oh baby.” she says again and I can't control my body as I put my head on her shoulder wracked by sobs and she just rubs my back and comforts me and I've never felt safer. Which is weird because I don't even know the name of my guardian angel.
“It's Luna.” A vague voice says.