Don't Read What You Can't Handle! [KALE!]

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As the day deepens into night, a somewhat scary time for pupils of Hogwarts, I stay up writing to my diary what I cherish. As the days pass, I feel more and more neglected, unloved, uncherished by those who are supposed to love me. I finally realise that that is beyond possible. I have contemplated running away, but what good will that do? Nothing is the answer. I've not been beaten, so I won't get sent to a carehome, not been abused in anyway.
I hate you life.
The biggest victim, Tuesday.
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The words she recorded in her diary were sure to affect a close friend of hers that day, and if Tuesday had known she surely would have scribbled out the words embedded on parchement. But alas, the young Hufflepuff didn't know of the impact the words would cause, and so, while getting ready for the hustle and bustle of Hogwarts life, she tucked the personal item in her bag.

You may wonder why Tuesday was in such a bad way, despising life in silence, not speaking a word to anyone except her parchement book she'd labelled as her diary. Numerous reasons applied to her.

Neglection is a big, serious thing that most people have to endure for at least one day in thier lives. For Tuesday, she'd had to endure it ever since she shyly proclaimed she was a Hufflepuff to her parets. She could remember that day as if it had happened the day before. It was such a shock to her, the way they acted, she'd simmered right down to what she was now. A shy little girl who didn't try to make friends at all.

She raced out of the carriage, hurtling into her mother and father's arms. “Mom, Dad!” She yelled gleefully. “Oh Mom, I've missed you so much!”
Her parents laughed. “How was Hogwarts?”
“I loved it! I'm a Hufflepuff!” She yelled proudly.
Just like that, tension filled the air, thick and sickly, like syrup. Her father hoisted up her suitcase. “Let's go.” He told Tuesday in a stern voice the young girl had never heard her father use before.
“Dad?”
“Come on.”
“But , Daddy, what-”
“MOVE!” Her father did something beyond imaginable – he screamed at his little girl. His angel. Who he loved. Frightened, she obediently moved along, her mother and father paying the girl little heed.

Just like that, everything between the family changed. Her mother and father wouldn't allow her to go out on fear of letting loose that Tuesday Tylyn Kerrinson wasn't a Ravenclaw. Confined to her bedroom. Only allowed out for the bathroom and to go to Hogwarts. Yet she thought it was all her fault. If she'd tried harder, her parents would dote on her too.

Of course she never told anyone of the way she felt towards herself, or the way her parents behaved towards her. She was quite thin, as she only ate twice a day. Still she told no one of her situation. No one would listen. No one ever did.

She grinned as she saw her friend, waiting for her, as she rounded the corner. Greeting Kale, they then set off in a silence to the first class of the day.

Class after boring class droned on, and with Kale on the other side of the room the majority of the time they happened to be in class together, Tuesday kept her nose buried in her sketchbook. Finally, though, finally, it was the last class of the day, and Kale and Tuesday were seated together in History of Magic. Tuesday and Kale were in a deep discussion - well, arguement - about the freedom of elves. When the teacher dismissed them, Tuesday raised her voice to Kale.

“All I'm saying is house elves deserve their right of choice, just like everyone else, Kale!” She laughed, now halfway down the hall. Suddenly she noticed how light her hand felt. Gasping, she turned around, searching frantically. “Kale, I've lost my diary! It's personal... I need it! ... H-Help me find it?” she pleaded with her best friend.

If she needed his help at all it was now, and that was all she knew.

NOTES:Ahh nooo crappp
OUTFIT:
WORDS: 710
MUSE: just plain ugly
CREDIT: NOTHING_PERSONAL@CAUTION 2.0
Picture credit to Ariah of Caution 2.0
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[kale]

Another long day of classes had passed and Kale was becoming rather bored as it did. Every day it was the same thing, one class after another. Hanging out with Tuesday or Summer or Gabby. The three girls he considered his best friends. All were in the same house with the exception of Tuesday who he happened to be hanging out with at the moment. The two of them had just had two classes in a row together. And now the two of them were heading down the halls. Tuesday was on a partially joking rant about house elf rights and Kale was simply rolling his eyes. "But think, they enjoy it. Why take away what they enjoy? Or at least, most of them enjoy it. Have you ever been down to the kitchens?" he said with a grin and a smirk. his southern drawl standing out in the crowd of British accents.

Then out of no where, Tuesday sounded panicked. She spoke quickly but Kale caught every word. She had lost her diary. Which from having three older sisters back home, Kale knew was one of the worst things that could happen to a girl. Because they tended to write everything in there. What they did, who they liked, who they did, etc. Kale knew she would not want anyone she did not trust to find it, and he thought about it for only a split second. "I think I seen it on the desk we were at. I'll go check." and as soon as he said that he was off, running back the other direction hoping to rescue her diary before the teacher took it thinking it was a class notebook.

When he reached the classroom, there it was, sitting right on the desk where they had been sitting just five minutes earlier. Seeing it he slowed his run to a walk and nodded in acknowledgment of the professor and picked up the diary. Maybe it was curiosity, maybe it was just a reaction to picking up the book and knowing what it was. He had done it so many times to his older sisters growing up, and Tuesday was just as close to him as they were -or so he thought. But when he flipped it open, to no page in particular, what he read bothered him. In a lot of ways.

She had written all about how neglected she felt, how her family who was supposed to love her unconditionally did not show it at all. That bothered him a lot, how could someone not show love towards their child? Kale was adopted, and his parents never even considered not loving him when he did something wrong even though they were not his birth parents. Actually, he was sure they loved him a hell of a lot more than his birth parents had -whoever they might be. Kale was beside himself not sure what to think about this. He did not think any less of his best friend, but really wished she would have spoken to him about how she was feeling rather than letting it all out in a pointless diary that no one was supposed to read... But now he knew why she had worried so much, he wouldn't want anyone to know that either, if he were her.

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