Another month passed quickly, and I've improved in enchantments and transfiguration in class; most of my improvement points were spent on upgrading my luck and my magic capability. At this moment, my stats are the following:
Name: Elizabeth Lestrange
Magic Capability: 200
Intelligence: 120
Resistance: 50
Luck: 50
Mastered magic:
Basic levitation, simple enchantments, simple transfiguration, Oclumancy lv2.
System abilities: Lecture lover lv2, Fear annulation lv1
Objects in possession: Wand
Improvement points: 0
System comments: Little Wizard without friends, your mental resistance is still shameful, but you have some talent.
Even now that Oclumency levelled up, I still feel that my brain is mushy when I practice with Professor Snape, although I don't get pallid and shaky anymore. Harry seems tired from his previous nocturnal escapades. I had a certain curiosity about what I'd see in the mirror, but revealing myself wasn't an option. I had little spare time, felt exhausted and stressed, so I didn't even attempt.
I expected that, having a new chance to live since childhood, I could make friends and create cute memories, but... My attempts have been pretty useless; most people avoid me for being the daughter of some ghouls, Hermione doesn't, but I don't want to be annoying. I can't be hanging around near her all the time because if I do, it'll create friction between her and the boys.
It's hard to fake a smile and pretend that everything is going great when they sometimes throw things at me, say mean things about me, cast spells against me, for now, inofensive ones to make me slip or wet my things. If everything stays the same, will they keep growing in intensity? I have a strong will, but I'm not insensitive either.
Falling in front of everyone in the Great Hall was too much; it was humiliating, embarrassing, and bothersome, hearing the sly laughs and the chuckles. Someone cast a spell of slippery floor. I stayed there motionless for some moments until I heard a mean and sarcastic voice.
- Ha! What's wrong, Lestrange? Do you miss kissing the floor like you did in the orphanage?
That little bastard. I got up immediately, and before even thinking about it, I pulled him from his neck towards me and said in a voice low enough for only him to hear. - My progenitors at least had the guts to accept what they did, unlike your bastard, cowardly, and dirty father, who pretends to have reformed.
I pushed him, causing him to look at me from the ground. He opened his mouth, but I only turned around and quickly went out of the Great Hall. I couldn't stand the whispering, and with the corner of my eye, I saw a teacher coming. I felt my eyes warm at the verge of tears; the last thing I needed was to cry in front of a bunch of insensitive bastards.
Some kids were still heading to the Great Hall, so I simply headed out of the castle without a clear path.
After a while, I was close to the forbidden forest. Hagrid wasn't visible at first glance. I just wanted to be in a calm place without hearing those stupid voices. While I walked, my held-back tears fell.
What gives being reborn? I didn't have a family. I live in an orphanage. Everyone treats me like the worst. I didn't choose to be Bellatrix's daughter. I'm trying too hard to get along with the others and to show that I'm not a ghoul in formation.
When I realised I had arrived near a stream, I looked back and the only things visible were trees, oh damn, maybe I was lost, don't panic, well, to be fair, after a cry I felt pretty calm, I was lost, panicking would be worse, there was a rock nearby so I sat down to see the water.
I was surrounded of big trees, old and mossy, the water was cristal clear, a great stillness, only the ocational sound of little birds could be heard, it was a big place, the only inconvenience was the coldness, I had gotten out only with my rope and light clothes, a horrible day, I was hungry, my hand hurt, when I fell I used it to hold all my body, it was a little bit swollen.
Then, from the trees, sounds of steps started to get closer. Centaur? Giant Spiders?
With graceful and constant steps, it stopped two meters away from the stream and observed me with stillness, then after some minutes, it neighed and started to drink water. I guess he saw my null attack power. Even though his vigilance never ceased, he didn't show up as hostile.
I simply relaxed and closed my eyes for a moment, or so I planned, given that when I opened them, I noticed that not only was the unicorn there, but they were a herd of 6 members.
How long have I been sleeping? With that concern, I got up in a hurry, and my legs tingled, which bothered me even more, again. How long had I slept?! I knew I was a bit tired, but 5 more unicorns arriving and me not realising it's an exaggeration, I started to walk in the direction I came from. By luck, I found the exit.
I didn't know the hour, but according to the sun's position, I had skipped my Oclumency class. Go to apologise to Snape or hold it over? Soon, I arrived at his office, and he was silent as always, gaunt and cold.
- Good morning, professor. I... lost track of time while I read at the library, and recently realised. Sorry for wasting your day.
I turned over to evade some sarcastic comment from him, but he ordered me to sit down while looking steadily at me. - What happened at the Great Hall?
Oh, he's gonna take justice for his godson, I get it. - You know that we girls have less strength than boys. I only pushed him a little; he exaggerated his fall. If you'll punish me or deduct points, talk with Professor McGonagall. Good afternoon, Professor.
- I didn't mean...
I got out of his office. I think he said something more, but I feared that he would find out about my trip to the forbidden forest if I stayed in there longer.
Upon arrival at the common room, most avoided me or pretended not to see me, which doesn't surprise me.
I went up to my room, empty now, since it was Saturday, I'd be locked up, I layed down and waited for lunch hour, I skipped breakfast, I wasn't planning to skip lunch and dinner, I didn't wanted to go out, but I didn't planed to make a hunger strike, if they hate me, let them do, even more, if I find someone casting a spell on me, I'll use my hands and legs, if they deduct points from the house, it wouldn't matter because I've added some, after my mental reafirmation.
The pain in my wrist, which I had ignored, returned; it was swollen, so I simply used a ribbon as a makeshift bandage, hoping it wouldn't hurt too much the next day. I felt better and concluded my emotional sickness.