Chicken
“Please mount your broomstick,” my irritated professor instructed me. Everyone else had already flown around the Quidditch pitch once, with the exception of me. “This broom is one of the slowest we have. There’s nothing to be scared of.”
“For Myrtle, there is!” A Slytherin boy objected, cackling laughter following his next words: “She’s a chicken!”
“Too chicken to do this, ickle Myrtle?” another Slytherin boy asked me in a mocking baby voice.
A Gryffindor interrupted them. “Aw, stop it, will you?” Then she whispered to her friends, “But she is rather chicken about it…”
My eyes stung with tears.
__________________ White shores are calling... You have entered the realm of the Lady of the Wood. We are proud to fight alongside men once more. ...You and I will meet again I <3 you, all my SS friends. Namarie! |