You, Harry Potter's older sister named Rosalind Potter was the bestfriend of the Weasley Twins since first year, you were in love with Fred since fourth year and him too, right now you were drunk and walking around the common room with your bottle of alcohol and you were singing.

"Ptsd..."

You start singing and Fred facepalm on the sofa.

"And here we go again.."

Fred said and George chuckle.

"Anxiety.."

You continue to sing and Ron sigh and shake his head.

"What is she even doing.."

Ron asks under his breath, sitting on a other sofa watching you drunk.

"Crippling Depression, there is no question, you should kill me!"

You continue to sing and walking around the common room with your bottle of alcohol.

“Is she okay?”

Your brother Harry asks because the lyrics are not normal.

"Yeah, she's fine."

Fred said amused and you continue to sing.

"Let me be with Harambe. I feel like shit everyday! Im nicely asking, do it by drowning under the sea!"

You continue singing and stumble on your own feet but stay stable.

“I hate my life.”

Fred says and facepalm again but laugh, Harry, Ron, George too, Percy just shake his head, reading his book.