Bad Reputation Pv

Made by the talented @Evander Harvey Beauchamp

𝙱𝚊𝙳 𝚛𝙴𝚙𝚄𝚝𝚊𝚃𝙸𝚘𝙽

"Bye Sweetie!"
"We'll Miss you!"
"Write to us every day!"
"Be nice to your teachers!"
"We love you!"
"Don't forget to change your underwear everyday!"

At the last one, Willow starts snickering. Change your underwear, HA! Which kid here has that mom. "Loser" she mumbles under her breath. The person in front of her turned bright red before letting out a sharp and quick, "Bye mom" Laughing once more, she ignores the dirty look they gave her and smirked challenging at them. Well, apparently he's the loser with that mom. As soon as she finished thinking that, jealousy struck through her. Where was her mother? Her father? Where was any of her family? Like sure, she knows that none of them could've gone through the wall, but they could've at least seen her off to there. Some kids have groups of people gathering to see them off. What did she get? The bare minimum. Just a father dropping her off at Kings Cross and wishing her luck and saying that someone would help her with getting to Platform 9 3/4. She didn't know whether to be offended or glad. But deep down, she would've wanted her father out of all people to show some affection that his youngest daughter, at the moment, was being shipped out to God knows where with random people that claimed to have magic powers like her.

But apparently it's real. As real as she is. People have magic. What was it that they called themselves? Oh yeah, Witches and Wizards. Witches. Like the old hags in the fairytales, with the pointy noses full of warts and the black hats. That's the group she gets to be associated with. The children eaters. Rolling her eyes, she throws her things into the first empty compartment she finds. Which happens to be far into the back of the train. Sitting down she sighs as she thinks about how she spent her last few weeks before being sent off to who knows where. In a hotel. Had some great breakfast though Her mother would not and apparently could not allow her into their house. So her father solved that issue. Booked a hotel for about 6 weeks, one room two beds and the cheapest one he could find. It was miserable. The only places she went was Alana's house, the only girl that could tolerate Willow, and wherever Cole took her, which wasn't very often or far.

Laying down, she stares at the ceiling, only looking away to give an unfriendly look at whoever was trying to come in and share the compartment with her. Tucking her arms underneath her head, she closes her eyes and finally exhaustion hit. She was tired. Not just sleepy tired but tired of all the crap that's been following her wherever she goes. It's as if she had a sign over her head saying, Please Disturb. As if the universe heard that, a flurry of commotion happens outside her door. A girl's voice says something and gets closer. Scrambling to sit up, another girl, older by her looks, comes into Willow's compartment. The Devil Child's face screws up in annoyance as the other girl sits down. "Well I guess you could sit there," she says sarcasticly.

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