Rejected Sociality

In the years prior to the Second Wizarding War, there was a girl growing up at Hogwarts that didn't have anything to do with Harry Potter. She was a Slytherin, in the same year as the Weasley twins and Lee Jordan. Though she was Slytherin, she wasn't evil or a bully like some. Olivia Floyd was ambitious, clever, cautious, but also disabled.


6. Chapter 5

 I looked up to see three faces, all of them recognizable to me. Fred Weasley, George Weasley, and Lee Jordan. I felt a jolt of fear. Where am I? Why are they here? How did I get here? Where is here anyways? I felt like I would pass out again. 

 George pressed his fingers to his lips and shushed me. I looked around to see a room I didn't recognize, full of house elves bustling about. Fred and Lee were talking to some of the house elves, who then ran away to get something. George said, "Olivia, we decided to pull a smoke bomb out in the hallway so we could get you out of there. Are you okay? You passed out."

 I looked at my hands. They were shaking really bad. I grabbed my bag and took out a bottle of pills, putting one of them into my mouth and swallowing it. Stabilizer. I turned to him and nodded, half lying. No I'm not 'okay', but then again I never really am. Not anymore. 

 He came over and sat across from me. Fred and Lee brought over a pile of food, and they sat across from me too. There was a blush creeping up my neck. I timidly took a ham sandwich and nibbled on it. I didn't know what to say. Do I say thank you? I don't want to talk to them. Should I eat more to seem polite? I don't normally eat a lot; the meds don't make me that hungry. I think that me not saying anything at all is making this even more awkward.

 Lee grabs a sandwich, Fred got an apple, and George had a glass of juice. The silence was deafening. I wanted to leave. I don't see where this will go. These boys are nice and kind so far, but they can't help me. I don't know their intentions. What if they just want to hurt me? I decided to leave, but then Lee said, "Are you okay now, Olivia?" I nibbled on my half-eaten sandwich, and nodded again. Still half true.

 I don't want to talk. I don't want to stay here. I grabbed my bag, opened my pack of notes, and scrawled a message to them. I stuck it on the table and started to roll away. I heard them getting up from behind me, but I kept rolling towards the door. One of the twins jumped in front of me and said, "Olivia, would you like us to show you to your next class? I doubt you can get to there from here?"

 My vision swayed, the corners edging with black. I slipped and fell forward, falling onto the floor. My face scraped the tiles. Someone picked me up and put me back into the wheelchair. I laid back in the wheelchair, a headache pounding from the inside of my skull. Lee put his hands on my shoulders and shook them lightly, getting my attention. "Olivia, are you okay? Olivia?" He tapped my cheeks gently with his hands. "Olivia, don't fall asleep. Don't fall asleep, please." I heard the doors opening and closing, and the pounding of footsteps. I pulled my limp legs to my chest, resting my head on my knees.

 There was a wailing inside my brain, like a supernova pounding inside it. I opened my eyes, but my head swayed and my vision was edged with the blackness. I closed my eyes again, wishing that the supernova would stop. Lee kept tapping my cheeks, which jerked me from falling out of scary unconsciousness. It helped. The stimuli from anything was making it worse, so I stopped. I want to fall asleep, pass out, anything to make the pain stop.

 The doors burst open again, but this time I didn't look up. I didn't want the light to make it worse. A large pair of arms picked me up, cradling my back and legs. They were big and warm, and kind of furry. I looked up to see a hairy face, but the light blinded me, so I shut my eyes.

 I heard a voice from ahead of me: "Thank you boys for helping here, but you can see Miss Olivia after classes are over. We need to figure out what is wrong with her, and why she had an episode. We didn't think that she would have one this early in the year."

 I heard Lee say, "What do you mean an episode this early in the year, Professor?"

 "Well, Mr. Jordan and Mr. Weasleys, Miss Olivia has a severe social anxiety disorder, extreme panic and anxiety attacks, and strange mental episodes. She has been in and out of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries since she was three years old. She will be in our school infirmary for tonight, and if she has another episode today or tomorrow we'll be required to send her to St. Mungo's for medical testing."

 "But sir," a Weasley said, "wouldn't that be a hindrance in her education without her permission? You wouldn't have her consent to end her learning like that!" 

 The warm arms held me, not in a weird way, but in a comforting way. The supernova in my head was still pounding, heightening as each of them said each word, but it was starting to slowly calm down. The professor that was talking to me was saying, "Boys, you should probably get to class. As you know your next class will start in a few minutes."

 Lee said, "We don't want to leave, Professor. We're going to stay with her, even though she's uncomfortable with social interaction. We want her to be okay. Please, sir, let us stay with her."

 The man sighed. "Boys, I know that you would consider Miss Olivia a friend of yours, she probably wouldn't consider you such. Her doctors say that she doesn't consider anyone her friends. I would like for you three to go back to your classes. Leave Miss Olivia be. She needs to be treated. Go."

 I heard the doors open and the boys left. The professor came over and pressed his hand to my forehead, and his hand was freezing cold. He sighed again and said, "Hagrid, we need to get her to the infirmary. She's burning up."

 The big man started to walk, and the doors closed behind the three of us. I opened my eyes, but my vision swayed more than the walking of the man carrying me should've. I closed my eyes again, and the opening of my eyes in the first place caused the supernova to fire up again. We went up several flights of stairs before I could feel myself slipping away from consciousness. The slipping continued, and then I slipped away, finally.

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