I wasn't happy. Not really. Not since the howler I had sent home. I did get scolded about sending him a howler so I wasn't happy about that. I wasn't really happy with my dad's new girlfriend even if it turned out that she was cool and had moving tattoos and definitely did her best to try to make me happy. So yeah I wasn't really happy about much. I wanted to go back to Hogwarts and hang out with the one person that had put up with me and tried to beat up a tree.

I had decided to ditch out on morning chores and so called "family time" as fast as I could. I didn’t want to help anyone with the dishes and I sure as all heck didn't want to sit around and watch my dad's girlfriend's tattoos swirl around her arms. Or wonder if she'd maybe take me to get my ears pierced. I had been wondering if I could get my ears pierced like hers ever since I saw hers even if I wasn't a huge fan of her being with my dad but I was too nervous and unhappy to actually ask.

As soon as my house shoes hit the last step of the back porch I was off as fast as I possibly could run. I was going off to hide from everything. Hide from how just upset I felt. Hide from feeling like I was unloved. Hide from the feeling of being lost and lonely now that I was home.

I was fast yes but a unseen tree root and gravity was faster apparently. I hit the ground hard enough to knock the air out of me. I'd sit up and take a moment to soak up what had just happened to me and then I cried. Why did I cry? I cried for far too much. I cried for my mama and for her love and care. I cried because I knew that she'd never be able to pick me up and tell me that I would be alright. I cried because I knew that I'd never experience the small things that made me feel so very loved again.

I sat and cried under the tree that tripped me until I felt something small snuffle at me and curl up on top of my house shoes. Once I was able to dry my tears and look at the small soft lump that was sat on me I saw a small fluffy gray bunny that couldn't have been more than a few days old. The bunny looked at at me and made a soft noise as if it wanted me to pick it up and so I did pick it up and it snuggled into me. As it snuggled into me I just knew that maybe I'd be just fine even if my mama wasn't around anymore to tell me that.

I was going to keep it and there wasn't anything that my dad or grand parents could do about it and it would turn out that my dad's girlfriend even talked my dad into keeping the little gray bunny because she saw that I appeared happier with it. The little thing made me feel a bit more loved.

I had named the little guy Moss.