Closed Basking in Self-Doubt

[Beatrice Grey]

Bea was still trying to forget about her Charms class the day prior. She had embarassed herself in front of the entire Ravenclaw and Slytherin second years, having fallen on the floor on someone's Scourgify charm and then by getting hit with someone's spell. She hadn't even gotten the chance to practice the spell in class because she was trying so hard not to cry as Maggie tried distracting the Slytherins snickering at her.

The Ravenclaw, already feeling envious by the rest of the twelve year olds who had hit a growth spurt over the break, took to the antiquted lavatory to look through a book of spells she'd acquired from her cousin who had stolen it from her mother's private library. It was sent by owl, and Bea was hoping there was something that could make her look older, whatever that might look like, to give people one less thing to make fun of her about. As she sat on the floor, she realized that the floor was wet from a pipe leaking nearby, and she could feel her pants start to soak through with water. Sighing, she put her face in her hands and started to cry.

 

[Kanako Kurosawa]

Kanako was in a sour mood. She usually was, but today she was in a particularly sour one. Other students seemed to be getting along with each other and it bothered her. She was jealous - but she'd never admit that. Never, not to anyone. Secretly when she felt like this she liked to go to the antiquated lavatory to be by herself and regain her composure. Composure was important after all, never show weakness, always be on point in appearance and demeanour. At least she tried to do that.

Kanako rounded the corner and almost walked into a student. She was small, but Kanako recognised her from some of her classes - in fact, just the other day she remembered this particular girl failing spectacularly at the cleaning charm. What was she doing? Kanako registered with disgust that she was crying. How dare she. This was supposed to be a private place for Kanako, not for others to flaunt their own...whatever was going on. "Ugh, couldn't you do that somewhere else?" Kanako said with evident contempt, then felt a sudden rush - a sudden need to take out her own pain on this girl. She noticed the book, peering to look at it and a smirk appeared on her face. "You trying to make up for that embarrassing display in charms yesterday? That must have been so humiliating for you." There was an entire lack of empathy in Kanako's voice - only faux pity and clear enjoyment.