Invisible

The best thing about being invisible was the fact that you didn’t get picked on. You were in a sense free. You could go where you wanted, eat quietly, read all the wonderful books you could possibly read and nobody would mess with you. In a sense being so far under the radar that sometimes your own professor counted you absent. (it happens.) This was the wonderful life of Siena Ashcroft, barley five foot tall with long brown hair and coke bottle glasses. Siena was happily and completely invisible.
‘How I got sorted into Slytherin I will never know.’ Siena thought to herself as she made her way down the crowded Hogwarts hallway. The school year had just begun and everyone was hurrying to their first class. Siena tried to stay as close to the wall as possible between periods. Since she was invisible people where always bumping into her and she hated being touch. It wasn’t that she had been beaten as a child or sexual molested it was the fact that when people touched her she could feel what they were feeling and It felt gross. To be touched by a teacher or a fellow student and suddenly feel their anxieties, fears, and desires. The sexual feelings were the ickiest Siena would say. One time Snape had brushed against her shoulder as he was making his way down the isle to yell at that stupid Neville kid, and she felt his lust. LUST!!! In her shock she almost fell out of her chair. ‘Snape gets off yelling at Neville?’ It was a rather shocking revelation. Siena had almost thrown up her lunch.
>Coming around the hallway corner lost deep in thought Siena didn’t have time to plaster herself to the wall before making contact. For a split second his chest was against hers: His hot breath on her cool cheeks. In a daze Siena realized that she was falling, a cold hand of darkness was crawling up her leg and dragging her down in to the deep freezing abyss. Siena new this feeling it was FEAR and it wasn’t hers. Looking up into cold gray eyes Siena realized she had just ran into Mr. Popularity himself. Draco Malfoy. ‘Shit’ she thought as his ruff hand came up and clutched her should with an intense cruelty. ‘Uh oh’ His glare intensified as he pushed her as hard as possible. Siena fell hard.
“Watch yourself. Klutz” he sneered as he walked around her fallen body. “And fix your skirt you giving a very nice show. Personally I don’t think daisies are very sexy.” Laughing he walked off. Hearing all the other snickers Siena finally raised her head from the cold grown and looked at her body. Even though it was all very fuzzy she could tell that her skirt had fallen flipped up showing her daisy underwear to the hallway full of Hogwarts students ‘Yep my knickers are showing’
“Are you okay?” a brown fuzzy figure asked helping her up. Shockingly Siena came to her feet. The brown fuzzy figure was feeling concern and friendship toward Siena as she helped her stand agents the wall. A tall red fuzzy figure bent before them picking up Siena’s books.
“I can’t see. Where are my glasses?” Siena asked.
“Right here.” Said the taller brown fuzzy person. “Um there broken sorry. I tried oculus repairen on them twice. They would stay fixed for two seconds and then break again.” Brown fuzzy boy then placed Siena’s fragmented glasses into her cupped hands. Red fuzzy boy placed Siena’s book bag straps on her shoulder and patted her on the back. The hallway was now empty, everyone was already in class.
“Come on guys were going to be. See you in class ____.” The brown fuzzy girl said pausing because she couldn’t remember Siena’s name. With that they continued down the hall not even looking back. Why would they she was a Slytherin, she was the enemy. Siena’s eye began to sting with the tears she was holding back.
“My glasses….” She whispered still looking down at her broken glasses. She wasn’t crying about how Draco just embarrassed her, it wasn’t about how even the little mudblood Granger didn’t even know her name (that hurt), and it wasn’t about showing her knickers to the students. It was about the fucking glasses. The glasses where like a safety net that she could hide behind, they kept everyone from seeing her deep blue almost black eyes. Without them she was naked and embarrassed. Without her thick coke bottle glasses everyone would know what she was thinking. Siena could lie with the best of them but it was her eyes that gave her away. Sniffling she made her way stumbling down the fuzzy hall.

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Madame Pomfrey’s

“So dear what happened?” Madame Pomfrey said while placing her hand on Siena shoulder. CONCERN was what Siena felt. Shrugging off her hand and scooting back on the chair Siena looked back up at the fuzzy cherry faced old hag.
“I need new eyes or glasses what ever you can do the best.” Siena sad as she crossed her arms. ‘This is a good idea, this will work the idea was to become a little less invisible and earn a little respect. Not become Ms. Popularity but enough to get that little fuzzy mudblood bitch to at least remember my name. Gods damnit I’m a Slytherin for Merlin’s sake I should start acting like it!!’
“I can’t give you new glasses, although I do wander why you where wearing these things in the first place? You have such pretty eyes and don’t you come from a pureblood family?” The fuzzy cherry faced old hag asked while pointing her wand at Siena.
As Siena’s vision began to clear with the magic and Madame Pomfrey came into focus so did the reason why she hid her eyes from everyone and wear the stupid muggle glasses.
“I wear muggle glasses, watch muggle movies, and listen to muggle music because it pisses off my mother. I love to piss off my mother.” Siena said all this with a bitter smile. ‘I hate my mom’.
It was at that second Madame Pomfrey was the first but not the last to realized that Siena was in the House that she belonged in. Siena Ashcroft was a Slytherin.