Wizarding school wasn’t all too exciting to well-known wizard’s who took the 7 years of it’s teachings, although you were already sick of it through your 4th year. Nobody understood you, how childish you acted even if you were 14, most matured over that age. Unlike you, being more interested in most things, getting excited over small un-important things it was something you did..

You’d walked through the corridor’s walking to your next class as a group of 5-6 year’s walk past, whispering and smirking as 2 students seemed to whisper, “mama’s boy”..

Nobody clearly knew, your mother wasn’t here— anymore.

It was a nickname you’ve heard over the past 4 years, unknown how the rumour broke out, but everyone knew, and it was bad..

This is why you’ve barely grown, nothing hurt you as much as that name, “mama’s boy” you were a mama’s boy. You always were, now it was different. Nobody spoke to you, your grades were slowly declining, you slowly weren’t in your right mind..