Fuck It All (Open)

(*SCROLL DOWN BEFORE READING AND JAM OUT WHILE READING*)

Fuck this shit. Fuck everything. Fuck Hogwarts, fuck life, fuck the people, fuck, fuck, fuck. Miranda was just getting so tired at trying to be happy all the time. She was tired of fucking Hogwarts, and the fucking people and the fucking...everything. Just fuck. If one more person tried to tell Miranda how she should feel, she would just flip shit on them and not give a fuck about anything. But now Miranda was studying for her final exams. Miranda didn't desire to do anything extravagant with herself outside of Hogwarts.

She didn't want to become an Auror and help save the Wizarding world, that just required to much physical activity, and she didn't care enough to do that. She also didn't care about the Ministry, as this wasn't her country, so why would she work for a ministry that she didn't approve of half the things she did? And her grades weren't up to par to be a Healer. Which would've been neat if she had thought about it sooner.

So, Miranda honestly didn't know why she was studying at all if she didn't plan to further her education. She figured when she was at her Great Aunt's for Christmas she would go to Diagon Alley and see if any shops where hiring. Though not Ollivander's. She heard that freak man slut Alek had gotten a job there, and she refused to go anywhere near him. Though if it was a last resort type of thing, they she would. But only IF nobody else was hiring.

Miranda turned the page of her Potions book and skimmed the page about how to make  a calming drought, because she had mastered that in her third year at Salem, and they were just now teaching it to the seventh years at Hogwarts. She sighed when Salem came to mind. She missed everything about it. Her friends, even her teachers. They were such a tight nit group at Salem that she was lost without them. Sure she received letters from them from time to time. But it wasn't the same.

Miranda looked out the window and started day dreaming. She dreamt about going back to America, and everything being as it was. Her parents didn't die in that car crash, she didn't have to go and live with her Great Aunt who was about to die herself, and she wasn't miserable. She was happy. Miranda had forgotten what it felt like to be truly happy. She thought she was back to that stage of her life to some extent, but she realized quickly that she wasn't. And that was when she just shoved her book aside and got out a blank piece of parchment and started drawing. Because, fuck everything. Fuck it all.

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