Who: Matty Duke and Harry Potter When: 11/5, after dinner Where: The Gryffindor Common Room What: She loses her mind and vents at Harry. He's the only one around. Rating: PG-13 for language only. Open/Closed: Closed
Matty had been reading over her journal all day long, and nothing made sense. Not a lick of it. Sebastian was weird and nice, Knox was very nice and not very weird, they were both Pureblood and Slytherin. She was a Gryffindor, and there was supposed to be some strange barrier between the two houses that she found so easy to slide through but it wasn't normal, at least that's how she saw it. It wasn't a problem for her to make friends but now she wasn't sure why or how she got to make these new friends and the only advice people kept giving her was to be herself.
She was herself, she was Matty. The only problem with being herself is that her friends were surrounded by people who called her mudblood and made fun of her father. She used to think that it was bad enough that her mum wasn't around but her da was the only person she knew who really loved her and people made fun of him constantly. It was infuriating.
After three hours of eating snacks and reading the same journal entries over and over, Matty heard someone come down the stairs and perked up a bit, every ounce of her needing to vent about this pureblood versus muggleborn shit.
It was Harry Potter.
Well, that would do.
"Harry," she called out, stretching out her legs on the couch, "Can I ask you a question?"