Since the very first year of Hogwarts, you, Lily, Mary, Marlene and the four Marauders boys were the closest group of friends Gryffindor had ever seen. But a new girl, Arabella, had pretty much inserted herself into the group, and she was insufferable to be around

"Hey boys!~" she would coo when she saw the group, flopping herself between the lads and ignoring you and the other girls entirely. She would act like she was "one of the boys", claiming that "girls were too much drama, always so emotional and annoying"

This is why, today, she was the last person you wanted to be around.

Your anxiety was through the roof today, your hands trembling, and your heart rate going practically 90 miles an hour. Everyone knew the signs, knew you were very close to a panic attack. Remus had his arm around you, gently rubbing his hand up and down your arm, trying to ground you with his touch

You weren't calming down, but the sound of an overly-high pitched, rather annoying voice came from behind you, fueling the fire in your amygdala

"She's such an attention seeker. I bet she doesn't even have anxiety" Arabella scoffed, rolling her eyes and examining her nails