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A Ray of Hope by Fiona Sailman

Format: Novel
Chapters: 5
Word Count: 5,379
Status: WIP

Rating: 12+
Warnings: Contains profanity, Mild violence, Sensitive topic/issue/theme, Spoilers

Genres: Mystery, AU
Characters: Luna, OC
Pairings: Neville/Luna

First Published: 02/10/2021
Last Chapter: 02/26/2021
Last Updated: 06/17/2021

Summary:

Claire Luz, or as she calls herself, Cantaloupe, has just gotten her Hogwarts letter. As she expected. Her dad was a wizard too. Only one problem: she's autistic. Cantaloupe is worried no one will accept her. But when she goes to Hogwarts, she makes a friend: Luna Lovegood. Luna is odd just like her, and she accepts Cantaloupe for who she is. They have seven years to make a difference in their school and light up people's hearts. And in the Battle of Hogwarts, Cantaloupe makes a sacrifice no one will ever forget. 

 

Hey yall, it's Fiona UwU this story takes place across Cantaloupe's seven years at Hogwarts. The golden trio and everyone are still there, but the main characters are Cantaloupe and Luna.

 

If you like this, please leave a positive review. I want to spread awareness about the ASD community and show others that it's not some horrible disorder that makes people incapable of doing anything. It's just a different way of thinking. Love yall xoxo

 

Thank you all so much for getting this fanfic on the home page!! It means so much to me!!! Also: what would you guys think about making this a series? I've been thinking for a while that it would be cool to make a series like this: Magically Me ~commits jazz hands~ It would fit in a whole bunch of people with various disabilities and differences. This would be the first installment. Let me know what you think of this in a comment! I read and respond to them all if I can!!

 

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New Chapter Alert! 

I have a huge announcement yall!!



Chapter 1: Some notes and disclaimers
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  1. The Harry Potter franchise belongs entirely to J.K. Rowling, I don't own any of it, it's not mine. This is just for fun and informative reasons. 
  2. I'm possibly on the spectrum (I haven't been tested but display a lot of the qualities), but even if I'm not, I would like to study it when I'm older and help find ways to cope with it. If there's anyone out there who is autistic and thinks I said something/portrayed something wrong, definitely tell me in the reviews. I'm always open to constructive criticism and new information. 
  3. For all you guys who read my other fanfic, The Black Heart, I'm taking a break from that for a while. I just haven't been able to come up with anything new lately. Soon, once I get back into my flow, I'll keep writing it, but for now I'm going to focus on this.  Okay! That's it! Hope you guys enjoy! I'm writing the first chappie now! ~vanishes~


Chapter 2: one
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A/N: Hey yall UwU welcome to the first chappie! Cantaloupe has autism. I based some of her quirks and attributes off of me UwU but she's mostly a work of my imagination and LOTS of research. Unfortunately, you won't get another chappie for a couple of days because I'm going on vAcAtIoN but as soon as I come back I'll start writing the next chapter. Enjoy!!!   -Your Girl Fiona xoxo

 

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I got my letter! I can go to Hogwarts! I'm so excited!!!!

"Claire, come here please!" my mother calls. I sigh. My hands flap and I spin. 

       Spin

                Spin

                          Spin. 

Stupid body doing whatever it wants. 

I'm Claire Luz, but I go by Cantaloupe. I'm eleven years old. I love pizza, Alessia Cara, and art. And I'm autistic. I do things called stimming, which is me shaking and flapping my hands and just generally moving my body. I also have 'sensory issues', which just means I have problems with some sounds and touches and crap like that. 

People don't understand that I'm awesome! For one, I have a perfect memory up until four days, three hours and twenty seven seconds before my birthday. I can remember any event. 

I'm also really good at art. I save all my money to buy canvases, paint, pencils, sketchbooks, glitter, MORE glitter, everything you can imagine. My entire bedroom is filled with art and art supplies. Art is the only time my hands are ever steady and not flapping or shaking or doing whatever they want, so I love it. 

But that's not the point. The point is that autism isn't what everyone thinks it is. It's not some horrible thing that makes people unable to make eye contact or feel emotions or NOT break down in a store. It's just a different way of thinking and... well, existing and living. 

I'm a half-blood, which is why I just KNEW I was going to get my letter. My dad was a wizard; my mum is not. That's why we use Muggle things. My dad left my mum when I was four. I remember it clearly. It was at 12:47 AM and I had woken up to loud shouting. I thought a burglar had broken into our house. I toddled over to our living room and saw my dad screaming at my mum. This is how their conversation went:

"You and your daughter are so useless!" 

"She's YOUR daughter too! She got YOUR tiny little brain and YOUR ugliness and YOUR disrespect!"

"YOU ARE THE WORST WOMAN TO WALK THIS EARTH! HOW I COULD HAVE EVER LOVED YOU IS BEYOND ME!" 

"THEN WHY DON'T YOU LEAVE?!?!?!"

"I WILL!" 

I never saw him again. I will never forget that fight. I feel like my dad left because of me. I remember blowing bubbles with him and watching him shoot glitter out of his wand (well, I always thought it was a magic stick until I learned of magic) and slurping ice cream with him and watching the stars. 

I first noticed my magic when I was six. It was March 27, 2:43 PM. I was sitting on my loft, reading, when my head just suddenly felt like it was full of lead or something. I fell off my bed, but to my surprise, I didn't hit the floor. I sat there levitating and trying to figure out how to stop. 

After that, my magic just kind of appeared sometimes. 

Anyways, back to what was going on. I run to my mother, who's sitting in her room. My brain is moving too fast for me to get out any coherent sentences. I decide to flap my hands instead to try and get the energy out of me. 

       Flap

                Flap

                          Flap. 

"Calm down please," my mom says. "We need to get you used to your uniform before you go tomorrow." 

My heart plummets into my stomach. Not the itchy, scratchy, stiff uniform that feels like sandpaper on my skin. I straighten. "No, I can't wear that," I whisper. My mum sighs. 

"You have to, baby," she says. "It's standard school uniform." 

"NO!!!" I scream. I clench my fists, trying to bottle up the meltdown I know is coming. I can't have a meltdown today. 

Instead, I run down to our washing machine and stuff it in. I pour the rest of our fifty-seventh bottle of fabric softener (I've been counting) in the washing machine and start it up. I watch the uniform turn around and around, and my body wants to move with it.

       Spin

                 Spin

                           Spin. 

       Bounce

                       Bounce

                                        Bounce. 

My mum comes in and sees my body moving and jumping and flapping, and frowns. I've always resented her a little for that. She's never accepted me, and she seems ashamed of me. 

Not of me. Of my autism. 

"Darling, PLEASE try not to do that at school," my mum pleads. "You want friends, don't you?" 

What is she talking about? I can't just STOP doing all the things I do. I can't just GET RID of my autism. Don't you think I would have done that by now if I could? And besides, I don't know if I would WANT to get rid of it. I think it makes me unique and more fun. 

"Mmmm," I grunt. When will the uniform be done? It feels like I've been here for AGES. 

When I look at the clock, it's only been thirty seconds. 

"Argh!" I exclaim, exasperated. I can't lose control now. Otherwise Mum will NEVER let me go to Hogwarts. 

 

***

 

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP- I smash the stop button on my bright purple alarm clock. 

Today I go to Hogwarts!!!! This is the best day of my life!!!!

       Flap

                 Flap

                           Flap. 

I rush down to the laundry room where I find my uniform, all ironed and neat, folded all pretty. I feel the fabric. It's much softer. The only issue will be the zippers and buttons. I shudder. 

I decide it's now or never and pull on my uniform. The fabric feels nice, but the zipper on the skirt digs into my skin and I cry out.

I quickly rip off the skirt. Maybe I can do something about it. I rush upstairs, grab some leggings, and pull them on. Then I tentatively pull on the skirt. It's so much better! I knew I could do this. 

My mum comes into my room. "Oh, hi honey!" she exclaims. "You already have your uniform on!"

She says it like she's surprised. "Yeah, of course," I say. "I washed it, and it's soft now, so now I can wear it." 

"Well, come on now," Mum says. "We need to get you down to the platform." 

I squeal and run to the kitchen, pulling out a bowl, spoon, and my Coco Pops. I pour it into my bowl and proceed to pour chocolate milk into it. I want it EXTRA chocolaty. 

"Honey, no-" my mom starts to say, but instead she sighs. "Fine," she says. I smile and gulp it down. 

Soon it's time for us to go, and I run upstairs to grab my suitcase. I take a look around my room. All my art is plastered around my room. My walls are so full of doodles and paintings that I made on them that you can barely see the deep plum paint anymore. But I love my room, and I'm gonna miss it. 

I pick up my lavender (yes, MORE purple) suitcase with all its stickers and haul it down the stairs. It makes a bumping sound, and my body wants to bump with it. Suddenly, I drop to the floor. OUCH!!!! I bump down the stairs. It hurts but I can't stop. Tears spring to my eyes. 

       Bump

                    Bump

                                  Bump.

My mum rushes towards me. "Are you okay, darling?" she asks me. I nod, but my, erm, butt hurts so badly. 

"Oh, I don't know if you should go to Hogwarts," my mum frets. No! I have to go!!! It's my dream to go!!!

"Noooooo!" I scream. That's kind of the only word I can say. I can SORT of say yes, if I go like, "yeeeehhhhmmmmggg", but I usually don't do that since it sounds like the exact opposite of yes. Also it's weird. 

"You really want to go, don't you?" my mum says. I nod, putting on my best puppy-eyes face. She takes a big breath. "Alright then. Come on, in the car." 

YES!!! IT'S TIME TO GO TO HOGWARTS!!!!!!!!

 

***

 

The station is a blur of sound and color and movement. It's too much for my brain to handle, even with my bright purple (custom painted by me) noise-cancelling headphones playing my "chill playlist". I start to stim. I really need to get on that train. 

"Are you alright, Claire?" my mum asks, grasping my hand tightly. No, I'm NOT okay!!! I can't stay here for long. I don't want to make a fool of myself and have a meltdown. 

"Let's get you onto the train, sweetie," my mum says into my ear. I nod. I need to get out of here. 

We stand in front of the wall that separates Kings' Cross from Platform 9 and 3/4. My mom squeezes my hand and we run through the barrier. 

The other side is a bit less chaotic, but still way too much for me to handle. I start coughing from the steam and smoke that comes from the Hogwarts Express. Families all over the place are crying and cheering and waving to their children. 

I kiss my mother goodbye. I hug her tight. "I love you, Mum," I say. 

"I love you too," she says. Tears start to slip down her cheeks. My hands reach up to pat her cheeks. I know she'll be okay, but I'm going to miss her so much. 

I grab my suitcase from her hands and walk towards the train. She waves to me as I walk to the train. I control my hands enough to wave back to her. I step onto the train. 

I quickly go and find an empty compartment to sit in. Finally, a private place. Out of energy, I sit back and settle in. The chairs are surprisingly comfy. I run my hands across the smooth leather. It feels cold against my hands. 

I notice that I've started to cry. I'm so nervous. What if no one likes me? What if I never make a friend and 

Suddenly, two girls open the compartment door. One has bright red hair and chocolate brown eyes. One has hair that's so blonde it's almost white, and funny-looking glasses with one blue one pink frame. I lower my headphones and look at them. 

"Hello," the blonde one says. Her voice is soothing and calm. "I'm Luna. Luna Lovegood." 

"And I'm Ginny Weasley," the ginger one says. "Nice to meet you!" She reaches out her hand to shake, but I can't make my body move to shake her hand. I can only stare at it until she slowly lowers it. 

"Can you talk?" Luna asks. I laugh inside, but Ginny widens her eyes and elbows Luna. 

"Luna!" she hisses. "Stop!" 

"I was just asking a question," Luna said.

"Yeah, I-I can talk," I say quietly. "I'm Claire, but you guys can call me Cantaloupe." 

"Huh," Luna says. She sits right down next to me without another word. Ginny hesitates but sits on the bench across from me. The girls launch into a conversation- well, more of an argument- about whether Nargles are real. I've never heard of them, but most magical things are new to me. I'm not really listening anyways. Alessia Cara's "Wild Things" blasts from my speakers, drowning them out. 

Of course, at that moment, my hands decide they want to stim. 

       Flap

                 Flap

                            Flap. 

"What is she doing?" Ginny whispers to Luna. I hate it when people talk about me like I'm not there, as if I can't understand a normal conversation. 

"Why don't you ask her?" Luna challenges her. I smile a bit. Luna seems to get it. Maybe she's a little bit like me. 

Ginny grimaces and turns towards me. She speaks really loudly and slowly. 

"Hiiiii theeere. Caaan you tellll usss whaaaat youuuu're dooooiiiiing wiiiith yoooouur haaaaands?" 

Can you tell me what you're doing with your ass, seeing as it's so fat?  But I can't say that. That would be rude. 

"Not like that, Ginny!" Luna exclaims, annoyed. She turns to me. "Sorry. My friend is curious as to what you're doing, you know, with your hands."

"Oh, erm, i-its called, um, stimming," I stammer. I don't want to talk about this. Whenever I do, they always get worse. 

Sure enough:

       Bounce

                        Bounce

                                         Bounce. 

"Sorry," I whisper. I clear my throat. "Sorry," I say, a little louder. "It's just my body deciding it needs to move, and I do it. I can't really stop it. I usually only do it when I'm stressed or happy or something." 

"Ahhh," Luna says. "But why do you do it?" 

This is what I like about Luna. She asks questions, but not in a rude way. She's genuinely curious, and I feel happier talking to her than I ever have to someone else. 

"Um, I have this... thing called autism," I say. I wish that Ginny girl wasn't still here. I don't want her around me. "It's kind of hard to explain. It's, like, a disorder, like a, um, thing, with my brain, and um, so... yeah." 

"Cool," Luna says. She turns to Ginny, who I notice has gone pale. "What's wrong, Ginny?" 

"What's wrong?!?!" Ginny shrieked "She's a FREAK! I've heard of aw-tisem"-she says it all weird- "and it's bloody weird! Come on, Luna, let's get out of here!"  

Ginny grabs Luna's wrist and tries to pull her out of my compartment, but she's not moving. "Come on!" Ginny exclaims.

"Why do you want to leave?" Luna asks, frowning. "And why would you call her a freak? She's just as normal as you and me." 

"I- I- Ugh!" Ginny storms out of my compartment. 

Luna looks sad. "Sorry," she says. "I thought maybe she would have been nice. I guess not." 

"That's okay," I say. "I didn't like her much anyways."

Luna laughs. "I like you, though," she says. "I think we should be friends." 

"I think that's a fantastical idea," I agree. 

We end up talking for hours- about our parents (I told her about my dad and she told me about how her mother died in an accident two years ago), about our lives, my autism and how it works, funny stories, Nargles, all sorts of things. Then:

"Did you hear about Harry Potter?" Luna asks me. "I heard that last year he fought off You Know Who by himself!" 

"Oh, I don't really know about any of that stuff," I say. "My dad was a wizard, which is the only reason I even know about Hogwarts."

"Oh," Luna says. "Well, I think I should like to meet him. I just hope he's not arrogant or anything." 

Suddenly, the whistle on the train sounds. It's so loud. I smack my ears, trying to make the horrible sound go away. 

       Slap

                 Slap

                           Slap. 

"Aaaaaa!" I scream. 

"Are you okay, Cantaloupe? What's wrong?" Luna asks me, but I can't hear her very well. I wrap up into a Melon Ball (that's what I call myself sometimes, but that's for later) and focus on breathing until the screeching goes away. 

I breathe in shakily. That was horrible. And embarrassing. 

       Breathe in... 

       Breathe out. 

"What happened?" Luna asks me, a concerned look on her face. Or is that pity? I can't stand pity. 

"I-I'm sorry," I stammer. "I-I'll go now." I stand up to leave, but Luna grabs onto my shoulder. Wrong move. I howl and jerk back. The look on her face breaks my heart, but I need to leave here before she finds out more weird things about me. 

Just when I thought I had a friend, I mess everything up. Tears fill my eyes. 

The train has come to a stop, and everyone is filing off the train. I want to take off my headphones, but I just can't. It would be too loud, and then I'd have a meltdown and make even more of a fool of myself. 

A giant man with a big beard bellows down to us. "Firs' years this way! Come along, firs' years!" 

We all file into a boat. Luna gets stuck with Ginny, who I'm now calling Gingersnap since Gingersnaps are gross. And because of her hair. I'm in a boat with a kid who says his name is Colin. Colin is really loud and annoying. He keeps asking to take a picture of me, but no WAY that's happening. 

We walk through the ebony doors of the giant castle. Hogwarts is even more beautiful than I imagined. I'm so happy to be here. It's the most magical (hehe, get it?) experience. 

Suddenly, my headphones crackle and stop playing. What? No! Not my headphones! Then I remember: electronics don't work in Hogwarts. How am I going to do this? 

A tall, fierce-looking woman comes in. "Welcome, first years. I am Professor McGonagall. Welcome to Hogwarts. Your Sorting will soon begin." 

Oh boy. Here we go. 



Chapter 3: art bc I'm bored in class and suffering from writers block
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Me but like confident or something idk my life is a mess

Me actually qwq help meh

Me studying basically

Me daydreaming but oh wait it's anime so I look way cuter than I actually do

My dream room idk it was on Picrew

idk what this is but I like it :3

ooooo yass queen

 

ummm

 

wHy Do I lOoK sOrT oF hOt In AlL oF tHeSe I aM nOt HoT iRl 

 

halp meh

 

;-;

 

...

 

guys I think I need mental help

 

qwq

 

aight now onto CANTALOUPE, our fierce, lovable queen :D

 

aaaaah she beautiful UwU ik her headphones aren't purple but that's okay ^-^

My girlie as a video game character!! :D I gave her some pink highlights bc I figured it fit her character :)

Her in her Hogwarts robes :) It was hard to find a good Hogwarts uniform for her on that specific character maker, that's okay though she's still cute ;)

This one looked a little weird, but I really wanted to make Luna and Cantaloupe together. BFFs for life UwU

by evieofbloodbrook! Tysm!!! I love her :D

 

welp that's it

 

dunno what I was thinking ngl

 

k bai enjoy whatever this is

 

P.S. I used Picrew for these there were so many of them I can't even list them all so credit to them lol



Chapter 4: two
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The Great Hall is even more beautiful than I imagined. Candles dot the room, floating in the air, the ceiling is enchanted to look like the night sky, and there are so many people. 

So. Many. People. Gulp. 

Luckily, they're just quiet enough to handle. I wish my headphones still worked, but for now I guess I'll have to hide them. Will they fit in my pockets?

...hmm...

Nope. Well, I doubt anyone will notice. I loop them around my neck, hoping to make it look as if I did it for fashion or something. 

I take a seat at the first-year table, making sure to stay as far away from Luna as possible. Maybe I'm being too hard on myself, but I just can't believe that I would lose my first friend to something so stupid. I mean, I HIT her! There's no way she'll still want to be my friend after that. 

An old man with a long white beard stands up and calls for silence. 

"Welcome, first years, to another year at Hogwarts," he says. His voice is deep and musical. It reminds me of what my dad used to sound like. "Now, I know that last year was exceptionally strange and scary. But I promise that this year will be nothing like it." 

Huh? What happened last year? 

"You are all safe this year. It will be much different. I'm sure you've all heard rumors-" he glances at two red-headed boys, twins from the looks of it, who are smiling mischievously- "of last year's events, but let me tell you that they have been greatly exaggerated. But I am off track. It is time for the Sorting!" 

A great cheer comes from the four House tables. I've never heard of the Sorting. My mum never told me much about Hogwarts, only that it existed and she didn't want to discuss my father at that time. She never does want to discuss my father. I wonder what the Sorting is, but I think I can take a guess. 

A short man brings out a stool and an old, brown, frayed hat that has... a face? And it's moving?!?! Magic is insane. 

Suddenly, the hat starts... SINGING!!! (Honestly, I'm not sure what I really expected from this place. I mean, it is HOGWARTS. And it is a literal SCHOOL of MAGIC. )

 

"Oh you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!

 

Everyone bursts into applause. I clap along. That was brilliant.

I picked up some useful information in that, too. I bet I'll be in Hufflepuff, or maybe Gryffindor. I DON'T want to be in Slytherin. It's strange, but something about the students at the Slytherin table make me uncomfortable. I could get Ravenclaw, but I would probably have to face Luna if I did, since she's bound to be in Ravenclaw-

You know what? I'm being stupid. She never said she didn't want to be my friend, after all. I've been making up a whole drama in my head this whole time. I hope I get Ravenclaw so I can talk to her again. I need to set things right. 

Professor McGonagall goes over to the Hat with a scroll of paper and starts calling out names. "Adams, Harriet!" A small brown-haired girl sitting three rows down from me scampers up to the stool and sits on it, fidgeting. Professor McGonagall sets the Hat on Harriet's head. The Hat makes some faces (again, how does the Hat have a FACE?!) and shouts out, "GRYFFINDOR!" The Gryffindor table goes wild. Harriet beams and runs over to the Gryffindor table. 

From there, the Sorting goes on and on and ON. That Colin kid is sorted into Gryffindor. Good for him. Luna is given Ravenclaw, just as I predicted. 

Then it's my turn. "Luz, Claire!" Professor McGonagall shouts. It's CANTALOUPE. But I suppose I can't tell anyone that. At least not the teachers. 

I take a deep breath and trod up to the front of the room. I sit on the stool, which is lumpy and uncomfortable. I shift and twist in my seat before finally finding a semi-comfortable position. 

Professor McGonagall lowers the Hat onto my head. A voice fills my head. I'm confused before I realize it's the Hat talking to me. 
"Well, you certainly are a strange one, aren't you?" it says. "Never had anyone like you in this school." I frown. I suppose, I think. And what, may I ask, is the problem with that? 

"Oh, nothing," the Hat says, making me jump. Apparently it can read my thoughts. "It just makes it difficult to Sort you. You have strong aptitude for all four Houses. Now it's just a question of where to put you..." 

The Hat is silent for an excruciatingly long time, until finally it shouts: "RAVENCLAW!!!" 

Yes!!! I knew it!!!! The Ravenclaw table screams and whoops. I'm so excited to be accepted, that I feel like I'm going to stim. But I'm not going to do that here. I will not stim. I will not will not will not- 

       Flap

                 Flap

                           Flap. 

Darn it. I hope no one noticed. It doesn't matter, anyway. If they don't like it, that's not my problem. I put on a brave face and skip over to the Ravenclaws. I sit down next to Luna, who looks surprised but pleased. 

"H-hi," I say sheepishly. "I'm sorry for what happened earlier. Do you... still want to be my friend?" 

Luna smiles brightly. "Of course," she says. My face splits into a grin. 

"Thank you," I say. "It's just... I've never had a friend before, and I thought I had messed everything up."

"Oh, of course not," Luna exclaims. "I'd be friends with you no matter what." 

I stare at her for a while, trying to figure out what to say now. "Um, thank you," I finally say. "Heh." 

We watch the rest of the first-years get sorted (Gingersnaps is sorted into Gryffindor), and then Professor Dumbledore announces the feast. All sorts of delectables (hehe, isn't that a funny word?) pop up on our table. They look delicious. I fill my plate to the brim with food: stringy macaroni and cheese, fish and chips, warm shepherds' pie, juicy pieces of fruit, salad with crispy lettuce and crunchy vegetables, and too many desserts to even count. Everyone gobbles up the delicious food. 

When the feast is done, the empty plates are conjured away and we are all taken to our dormitories. We have a really nice Head Girl, Penelope Clearwater. She shows everyone the ropes and how this place works. And let me say, it's bloody insane! The staircases move, and to get into our dormitories, we have to answer a riddle. I feel right at home, although I wonder how long it's going to stay that way...

Luna and I decide to pick beds next to each other so we can talk all night if we want to. After all, there's so much to talk about. But some of the other girls start to ask questions about me. 

"What's that thing around your neck?" a first year with long platinum-blonde hair asks me, pointing at my headphones. I'm not really listening. She seems like a rude person, though I suppose I shouldn't make assumptions. 

She asked me a question, I remind myself. You have to answer. "Erm, they're headphones," I explain, feeling a bit embarrassed. "But they don't work here at Hogwarts." 

"And of course, I'd LOVE to know what they do, wouldn't you, girls?" the girl says, turning to her crowd of girls. They all nod (a bit exaggeratedly, I notice). I perk up. Maybe I really will fit in here!

"Yeah, sure!" I exclaim. "So, the music comes out of here-" 

The girl's face contorts. "I was being SARCASTIC," she scoffs. Oh. 

"Oh, um, sorry," I mumble. The girl flips her hair and sashays away, her jockeys following along behind her. Well, THAT was a mistake. I've never been very good at discerning sarcasm. I wish I was. It would spare me a lot of humiliation. 

Luna comes up to me. "Are you okay?" she asks me kindly. "Yeah," I sigh. "I just wish I was better at this kind of stuff." 

"Well, I would personally love to learn about headphones," Luna assured me. "I've heard of them, but I've never seen them in real life. So what do they do?..." 

 

***

 

I wake up, having no idea where I am. Then I remember: I'm at Hogwarts! My DREAM school! 

I rub my eyes and look around. I must have fallen asleep in the common room, because I'm laying on one of the couches, not my bed. It's not morning yet; the sky outside is midnight black and covered with shining stars. I tiptoe back to the dormitories and climb into bed. 



Chapter 5: Big announcement!!!! Plus a few small ones
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Okay. 

 

So. 

 

Let's start with the small announcements. 

 

First, tysm to everyone who has supported me. I've been going through a really tough time lately, my mental health has been pretty bad, but you guys have helped me to realize how wonderful life is and how good I have it. You guys have been so supportive and wonderful and I love you so much. Thank you ^---^

 

Second, I added some pictures of Cantaloupe on the fan art chapter. Go check it out if you want!

 

Thirdly, chapter three will be up soon. I'm about halfway through it, so it should be out in a couple of days. I know I should probably stop doing these little mini chapters and get on with the writing already, but this was just something really important I wanted to say. 

 

Fourthly, if anyone here has Spotify, I have a playlist on there called 'Vibing Music :)'. Just search it up, and choose the one by FionaSailman21. Warning: if you don't have Explicit Content turned off, prepare for some swear words. Hope you like it :D

 

And now. 

 

For the BIG ANNOUNCEMENT!!!!!!!!

 

I'm starting an autism rights group!!!

 

This is something I've wanted to do for a long time. I've always been passionate about autism, and I've studied psychology ever since I was seven. I want to be a therapist when I grow up and help others with autism, Asperger's, Tourette's, and OCD, etc. ANYWAYS I'm super off track. I'm calling the organization With Us For Us By Us, or WuFuBu (hehe isn't that an epic word?), or WFB. Here's the logo: 

I didn't want to do the puzzle piece (it represents people with autism needing to be fixed, or having a piece missing), but I wanted to keep the colors. So I created this :)

 

I want to show others that an autism spectrum disorder is absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, it's a good thing! It's a different way of perceiving the world, and it makes a person unique, interesting, and fun. No one should be afraid or ashamed of people with an ASD. They're wonderful, fun people. 

 

This is... a bit embarrassing hehe, but...

 

~whispers~ I write songs 

 

~blushes intensely~

 

I'm writing/ I have written a bunch of songs to inspire others, and I'm hoping to go around the country singing them, spreading love and this message. It's still hEaViLy under construction, of course. I'm only a teenager. There's lots I need to do and learn before I can launch this, and it probably won't even be a thing for a couple of years. But if there's anyone on here that has any ideas for me, or even has an ASD and has some things to share with me, that would be absolutely amazing. 

 

I love yall so much, thank you for everything you've done for me. Thank you so much for your support.   -Your Girl Fiona xoxo



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