i'm not ok (i promise)

Well.. It wasn’t that bad.

“Where are you going?”

“I.. Don’t know. Somewhere else.”

“Did you just see that hex? That was one good hex she gave that guy. Although I don’t condone hexing people unless you have to I have to admit how amazing that was”

“I wasn’t paying attention, no.”

You know that I’m not really good at saying words, and this is really hard but it feels like something I maybe need to tell you because of reasons, i guess. It’s important, or something, and it’s scary, even though I know you aren’t going to hate me or anything but it’s just scary. And I don’t really get scared. But  the point is that I’m a girl. And we should talk about it in person sometime or something next time we see each other.

“But not anymore?”

So what makes you think anyone else would?

“I.. Uh. I mean I guess.. I like to talk to them.”

“Oh, no, because Lavinia definitely wants to lose the house cup this year.”