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Verla walked around, throwing her new boomerang as it shot out and she extended her hand to catch it once it came back to her. She did this multiple times. Ever since letting her bowtruckle, her friend and companion, go; she has long been bored and depressed. Her friends tried to support her, but it didn't help. She was down in the dumps, her life could not honestly get worse.
First her parents didn't want her, she found out she had a sister, then she lost the only thing that could keep her going. Verla walked to the dock and sat down in a ball, tears rolled down her eyes as she thought of how her life had kept getting worse since she came to Hogwarts. But she'd come so far with her good grades and making new friends and finding her unknowing sister. Things were going to be alright, they had to get better. She took out her drawing book and looked at her friend Asher looking Oliver, her bowtruckle she had let go. She sighed and began to draw a good picture of the trees and the reflection of them on the lake, it was like she put her own view of it onto paper, seeing it from her perspective. 
Then she put it away, she didn't want to see the picture of Oliver accidentally and began sobbing. She hated to cry, especially with people around.