Stella Lagowski
Well-Known Member
- Messages
- 542
- OOC First Name
- Claire
- Wand
- Straight 12 1/2 Inch Sturdy Vine Wand with Hippogriff Feather Core
- Age
- 8/2027
A full day had passed since Stella had read the critical muggle magazine article her Mom had sent her, and her anger had still yet to dissipate. It just wasn't fair. Why did she even have to go to Hogwarts? Stella scanned the ground around her, sizing up the rocks and stones which lay a few feet from the Hogwarts lake. She picked up a rock that was almost as big as her hand, and with all her might launched it down into the lake. The stone hit with such force that a spray of murky water showered her face. "Ugh!" Stella said aloud, becoming more furious by the second. She couldn't even let her anger out without it backfiring on her in some way. She marched back over to the pile of rocks, and directed a swift kick at a large boulder, but the only thing she achieved was a sprained ankle.
Stella sighed, sitting down on the rock she had kicked and burying her face in her arms. There was no way Stella could stand seven years of this. Seven years of feeling as though she wasn't as intelligent as everyone else. Seven years of not being able to talk to anyone about her feelings for risk of them gossiping. Seven years of turning matchboxes into small animals. What was the point? She wasn't ever going to need to know these things. Once she got home, she was going to go straight back to acting anyway. Hogwarts was such a waste of time.
All of a sudden, Stella felt the warmth of the sun disappear, and the brightness under her closed eyes darkened slightly. A shadow had fallen over her - that of another student or a Professor or something. "Go away," Stella said, deciding to take the chance that it wasn't a Professor. The last thing she needed was to have house points taken away from Hufflepuff. She had to keep her impression up somehow. Whoever it was, she didn't even want to see them, let alone speak to them, so she kept her face concealed and hoped they'd leave on their own accord.
Stella sighed, sitting down on the rock she had kicked and burying her face in her arms. There was no way Stella could stand seven years of this. Seven years of feeling as though she wasn't as intelligent as everyone else. Seven years of not being able to talk to anyone about her feelings for risk of them gossiping. Seven years of turning matchboxes into small animals. What was the point? She wasn't ever going to need to know these things. Once she got home, she was going to go straight back to acting anyway. Hogwarts was such a waste of time.
All of a sudden, Stella felt the warmth of the sun disappear, and the brightness under her closed eyes darkened slightly. A shadow had fallen over her - that of another student or a Professor or something. "Go away," Stella said, deciding to take the chance that it wasn't a Professor. The last thing she needed was to have house points taken away from Hufflepuff. She had to keep her impression up somehow. Whoever it was, she didn't even want to see them, let alone speak to them, so she kept her face concealed and hoped they'd leave on their own accord.