My name's Kathryn, Next year i'm starting my fith year at Hogwarts. I'm a proud Ravenclaw, wit beyond measure is most definently man's greatest treasure. I'm an Animagus (A Hawk) as well as being a Metamorphmagus.
”are you seriously wearing no makeup?” “thats why you look tired” “you let yourself go” “your hair looked prettier before you cut it” “your boobs and butt arent big enough” “wow your thighs” “are those scars” “you’d be prettier if-“
“Gale Hawthorne will be your lab partner. He’s at the table on the right in the back,” Ms. Trinket chirped as if she hadn’t just doomed Madge to her personal hell. Gale Hawthorne was a senior. A senior who had flunked biology so he was retaking it. Not only that, but he was an obnoxious football player who felt that he could do whatever he wanted. And he often did. He was a tall, built guy with that whole dark hair, light eyes thing going on that so many girls found attractive but Madge found infuriating. She couldn’t stand people who knew how good looking they were. She took the brightly colored book that was obviously full of pictures and walked to her seat. Each step slower than the last until she stopped in front of the table where Gale sat playing on his phone, clearly engrossed in some silly game. She dropped her bag onto the table and his head jerked upwards and his gray eyes locked her blue ones. A slow smile spread across his face and Madge fought the wince that was threatening to overtake her.