***Spirit walked into the great hall. She wasn't in the Hogwarts uniform, but in a long black skirt, a corset top, and big bulky boots. Her makeup was done very dramatically, as if done by a professional. People glanced at her, started whispering to other students, and, as always, critisized her. She hated this. It happened to her all the time. People judged before even talking to her. She sat down at the empty end of the Slytherin table. She opened a book and started writing lyrics. She did this often. She did it to release all the feelings that built up inside her. As she wrote she hummed. People kept looking at her but she was so lost in the song, she didn't notice. "Hey Mortisha!" someone said, loudly. "Um, excuse me? Who the hell is Mortisha? My name is Spirit." she said. The muggle born laughed. Of course, since none of the full blood witches and wizards knew what he was talking about, they didn't laugh, but the muggle borns and half bloods did. She rolled her eyes and went back to writing as a tear slid down her cheek. She wrote the sentence "Always the odd one." ***

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