Buttercups in the Works

             It was close to dawn when Ollivander Wand walked up the brick steps. His jaw was clenched, the toothpick wavering between his teeth as he lifted the door knocker and let it drop. It echoed behind the door and down into the hall behind. This wasn’t his ideal morning but the night before hadn’t been ideal either. He waited with his hands in pockets, hat drawn low over his head to protect against the rising sun.  Minutes passed and there was no one at the door. Ollivander knocked again, hoping to awaken whoever was in the house. No such luck. He gave a third knock. This time, he heard someone heading towards the door.  As soon as it opened, he found himself face to face with ​​Calpurnia Cupp. The man looked at her with a small smile, but before he could get a word out, she stopped him, “It is not even six in the morning, the hell is your deal?” He looked at her, only able to see the bonnet containing her hair and the pale baby...

  Note: This is inspired by Chappell Roan's Pink Pony Club 

There was once a girl. Her love for others was stronger than the love for herself. She loved to make drawings the ink was red, the paper soaked. But no one saw. She hid away, deep into the night. She convinced herself that no one cared, even when they did. She pushed them away, not wanting them to get hurt. When someone saw the drawings she made, she knew to stop. She didn't know how, so she hid them better, changing hiding locations, making them smaller. She held her love for others too high above the love for herself. To her, her body was worthless, her soul was gone, and inside, she felt dead. They told her, "Be happy." "Smile more." and to "love herself" But she couldn't, for every time, she looked in a mirror, she didn't see herself staring back. She saw a broken smile, with puffy eyes and pale skin and messy hair. This wasn't her. It never had been. Her true self was gone. All that was left, was an empty shell, just trying to survive....