a gryffindor third year who’s just started hitting puberty, deepening voice and mind-of-its-own dick and all, sobbing because their body feels more wrong than ever, feeling lost and empty and awful, and being in so much inner-turmoil that they desperately run to the room of their female best friend, who is also in gryffindor
their friend is confused, and starts to listen as they cry into her shoulder. she eventually asks, “how did you get up here?”
they stop to think.
…the stairs didn’t change into a slide.
things start to make a lot more sense.