Hannah Weasley (hannah__abbott) wrote in fiftyfourdiagon, @ 2016-05-19 20:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: hannah abbott, char: penelope clearwater |
Hannah and Penny
Who: Hannah, Penny
When: Friday, May 20 (forward dated a bit)
Where: St. Mungo's
What: Breakdowns
Rating/Status: Complete/On-going
"...and I don't even know why she's trying so hard. She'll never make it."
Hannah was walking down the hall after a last study session with a Senior Healer and some of her fellow first year trainees. She knew she'd been meant to overhear the comments, and that they were about her, because the other trainee looked over her shoulder and smirked at Hannah as her friends giggled. Hannah wasn't sure what she'd done to make these women hate her, and yet...ever since training had started they and a few of their friends had done their best to make Hannah feel like an outsider in their cohort group. She'd stopped trying to actively make friends a long time ago, which was not something she liked but would accept. At least she had Michael, though he was a year ahead of her, and not everyone in her year was cruel. Just these few girls. It baffled her.
Normally she was able to ignore it, smile cheerfully and pretend she didn't understand that they were making fun of her. She'd thank them for their concern, and walk away. Today though, the words made her freeze. She was already feeling strung out this close to the moon; while she didn't have a shift the moon did affect her mood, mostly by intensifying the feelings she normally had, along with a faint ache in her scars. Everything made her happier, or sadder or more stressed out. It wasn't so bad normally, because she could curl up with Lisa and watch Disney moves at Lisa's Muggle cousin's house, and she'd cry if she needed to, but that wasn't possible this month due to exams coming up next week. She needed all the extra studying and time with the Healers she could get heading into Monday.
Today, with the moon so close, she couldn't ignore the words and tears flooded her eyes even as her face flushed with uncharacteristic anger. She wished she was half as brave or good with words as Lisa, or as strong as Michael, but she was just Hannah and she rushed past them with her head down, and found the first empty room she could. She threw her books on the bed, placed a silencing and privacy charm on the door, and swore very loudly before bursting into tears. It wasn't until she turned to sit on the bed that she noticed the room wasn't empty after all.