Talking to yourself doesn't seem so crazy when you do it yourself.

Iris mumbled things under her breath, squeezing her eyes shut, willing all of the other voices out of her head.

She knew her words made them disappear; but only for a little while.

Then it was back to hovering her words loud enough for the demons to hear, but quiet enough that no one else heard her.

But he heard her.

Every time.

His body hovered around her, quietly examining her. He knew it was only a matter of time, before she let go. He wouldn't be alone anymore.

He reached out, a concentrated look set on his face, but retracted his hand, knowing he couldn't touch her.

Iris took the time to weave her way through the classmates she ultimately hated yet put up with.

She was lying to herself; she couldn't hate anyone.

Breather, yes? First Harry fic.☻