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.


7. Chapter 6

 I could feel someone tapping my cheeks lightly. The supernova had faded to a dull throb. I felt like I died, but I obviously hadn't, seeing that I could feel stuff, right? I opened my eyes, seeing without a bad headache for the first time since.....when? What day was it? 

 I saw a man sitting in front of me. Where am I anyways? The room was white, and I was in a white hospital bed. My face felt scratched. I remembered the conversation people had before I passed out. falling to the floor...Lee, Fred and George. The man I recognized as Professor Dumbledore. He was the one that was talking to the boys, who came in to help after I had an episode. 

 He said, "Olivia, your mental activity was reviewed, and you're not going to St. Mungo's until mid-year break. You've been through a lot, and your parents will be here in a few hours. Tonight you can go and attend personal classes with the teachers, and your meds are being adjusted by a few Muggle pharmacists and Madame Pomfrey. I was wondering what happened so we can gather a good amount of data."

 I looked towards the doors, which were big and brown and closed. I looked back to Dumbledore, and I pursed my lips. My heart was racing. I don't want to be here, I don't want to talk. I want to be in my Slytherin dorm room rather than a hospital bed. I've learned to hate hospitals, hospital beds, and people who asked me how I was. I'm never okay. They think that these meds are making me better. They numb me from certain feelings, and heighten others.

 I said, "I don't want to talk."

 Dumbledore said, "Olivia, you need to tell us what happened. We need the data to address your condition. If you won't talk to us, we will go further into extreme measures to get any needed information. Please take this into consideration. Now, will you please tell me what happened."

 I shook my head, and whispered, "No."

 Dumbledore looked at me with wary eyes for a moment, then a look of giving up filled his eyes. "Olivia," he said, "please relax your mind." I questioned this statement, and the supernova was back for a half second. There was the sharp sensation inside my brain, like someone ripping through my memories and thoughts. I tried to force it away, and it ended up hurting even more.

 I kept pushing it out, and I kept thinking, 'Get this out of my head. Get this out of my brain, get this pain away.' I looked over to Dumbledore, who's eyes were examining me with a piercing look. He was causing this. He was causing the pain.

 I pushed it out again. I want to hurt him. Why would you cause pain to a young girl who was going through social anxiety and mental breakdowns? He was piecing through my mind, my emotions, and my memories. I felt exposed as the pain sliced through my brain. He finally stopped, and my pain subsided to the same dull throb. 

 He stood up and said, "I have all the information I think I need for the data collection. Mr. Jordan and Mr. Weasleys will be here in a minute, seeing that it is six o'clock. I will see you later, Miss Olivia." He walked away. I looked up and tears filled my eyes. I can't go back to St. Mungo's, I can't. I hate that place. They treat me like a problem to be fixed, not a person. I could hear a few other people around the infirmary, but it felt too open in here.

 Madam Pomfrey came over with a bottle and smiled. She seemed motherly, almost. She set the bottle on my bedside table, along with two packets of what I presumed to be meds. She said, "Hi, Olivia, I'm Madam Pomfrey. Here's a bottle of water, take a pack of meds tonight and one in the morning. Do you want the curtains closed?" I nodded; I think the curtains can help give myself some space. She pulled the curtains shut, and a sense of calm came over me. It felt better not to feel watched.

 I grabbed the water bottle and a pack of meds. The meds tasted terrible, but the water washed it down my system. I heard a shuffle from outside the curtains in the whole of the infirmary. There was kind of a crash, and Madam Pomfrey started to whisper shout. I listened to the voices and recognized them: Lee Jordan and Fred and George Weasley. My anxiety spiked, and I grabbed my bag (which had magically appeared when I woke up) and took a stabilizer. Calms me down.

 The curtain was opened a little bit and Madam Pomfrey peeked in. "Olivia, you have three visitors. Are you okay with it?" I thought for a moment. Do I want to have them come over here? Well, it's now or later. I nodded. She looked disbelieving for a moment, but ultimately pulled the curtains away to reveal Lee, Fred, and George.

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