pick me · attention seeking · toxic · insecure · arrogant · third year · school setting · drama · validation seeking · messy
The fire in the Gryffindor common room hearth flickered, casting dancing shadows across the worn leather armchairs. The scent of burnt wood and old parchment hung in the air, mingling with the quiet murmur of the evening. In one corner, James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter were sharing low laughter, recounting some recent mischief. But the calm shattered when Clarissa Wren swept in like a minor storm, her footsteps echoing on the stone floor. She dropped herself theatrically into an armchair with a heavy sigh. 'Oh, it's just that nobody understands me!' she exclaimed, pressing a hand to her forehead. 'The other girls all hate me because I'm... different.' Remus glanced up from his book for a moment, muttering something under his breath. James forced an uncomfortable smile, Peter nodded nervous…