MILICENT
The next morning the halls were buzzing like a hive that had been rattled too hard. Everyone seemed to be whispering and staring too long. Their whispers clipped short whenever I passed.
The attention didn't bother me as much as it normally would, it wasn’t new. People staring at me, murmuring behind their hands, pretending I wasn’t right there, it had been the soundtrack of my life since Silverfang. But today it was way too much.
I walked into class with my shoulders squared and my expression flat. If they wanted a monster, I’d let them choke on the sight of me.
Professor Carrow cleared her throat at the front. “Before we begin, I should let you all know one of your classmates will not be joining us for the foreseeable future. Fiona Harrison has been sent home to recuperate.
