I Only Speak For You
Hi. My name is Aurora Johnson. And before you say anything, yes, I'm muggleborn and yes, my mum is obsessed with Sleeping Beauty.
So, now you know my name. But a name doesn't really say much about a person. So I should probably tell you a little more about myself before I start my story.
First, I'm a witch. Muggleborn, like I said. Second, I currently attend Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry and am in Gryffindor. Except I'm not British. Not really at least. My mum is British but my dad's American and that's where I was raised. So I've picked up some British phrases from my mum (like the fact that I call her 'mum') but I'm also very American.
I am also starting my seventh year at Hogwarts tomorrow. And a bit more importantly, I was made Head Girl. So I'm quite nervous for how tomorrow is going to go. Because there's one really, really important thing I haven't mentioned yet.
I don't talk. Ever.
Now, don't go making assumptions. I suffer from what is called selective mutism by muggle psychologists. This basically means that I want to talk, and I'm physically capable of talking, but, I just, can't. But I wasn't always like this. I was completely normal (well, as normal as someone with unknown magical powers can be) until I was ten years old. I don't much want to reiterate why or how things changed, but all you really need to know is that I haven't said a word since.
That is why I'm so nervous about school tomorrow. I don't know what Professor McGonagall was thinking making me Head Girl. I may be a perfect student but that's because I have no friends so I spend all my time studying. And I have no clue who the Head Boy is.
I am so screwed.
So, after getting practically no sleep last night, I am now on the platform. Mum has said her goodbyes and my stuff is on the train. In the Heads' compartment. With me. Waiting for the Head Boy to show.
Another reason why McGonagall is crazy to pick me. I wasn't even a prefect. So I have no clue what I'm doing and no clue even who the possibilities for Head Boy are.
Oh no. The door is opening. Oh my. Oh my oh my oh my. Louis Weasley. He's Head Boy. Louis Weasley. Model student. Weasley. Detention-free record. And the biggest player Hogwarts has ever seen. Stupid Veela charm. He uses it to get any girl he wants to fall all over him. Honestly, I'm pretty sure that I'm the only girl in our year that he hasn't screwed.
"Hi. Louis Weasley. Head Boy Extraordinaire. At your service."
He can't really be that conceited. Can he? I nod so he knows I was listening.
"Think you're too good to talk to the likes of me? Well, we'll see how long that lasts with us sharing a dormitory."
Oh Merlin. I swear if he tries to bring his girls into our dorm I'm going to castrate him myself. I might have smacked him right then except the prefects started filing in.
Luckily for me, Weasley takes charge of the meeting and runs through everything before sending the prefects on their way.
Not so luckily, he doesn't leave with them. And now he's talking again.
"So, are you ever going to say anything? Anything at all?"
No. And McGonagall really should have explained that to you.
"Hello? You in there?"
You are so freaking obnoxious. Hoping to get him to shut up, I get out a scrap of parchment and a muggle pen from my trunk.
I don't talk. EVER.
Maybe that will get through that thick skull of his. I toss it on his lap. He picks it up and reads it before glancing at me. He raises an eyebrow in skepticism. I decide to ignore him for the rest of the trip. It's going to be one long trip.
The feast just ended. And per Professor McGonagall's orders, I am heading for her office. I get there the same time as Weasley to see her waiting for us in front of the stone gargoyle that guards her office.
"Ms. Johnson. Mr. Weasley. Follow me."
Up the spiral staircase we go and into her office, which is just as neat as I imagined for someone so strict in every other part of her life.
"Take a seat. The both of you. Now, as Head Boy and Girl, you have certain responsibilities…" that I am not going to bore you with so let's skip to the end "… Do either of you have any questions?"
Nope. I shake my head so she knows.
"I've got one." Oh, shut up Weasley. Please. "Why doesn't Ms. Johnson here talk?"
"That is a personal matter that is not—" I shake my head to cut her off. Might as well tell him. Maybe it'll get him to back off. I reach for the quill and parchment that McGonagall is offering me.
Tell him. Everything. It'll make it easier if he knows.
She looks a bit unsure upon reading it but I nod forcefully so she understands completely that I'm one hundred percent sure.
"What I am about to tell you, Mr. Weasley, is extremely personal and is not to be shared with any other living being. Not even you family. Is that understood?"
He looks a bit shocked at how serious she sounds but nods his understanding anyway.
"Ms. Johnson suffers from something muggles call selective mutism. In the simplest terms, that means that she is physically capable of talking but her mind does not let her. There are many different causes but in Ms. Johnson's case, the cause was extreme trauma as a child." She pauses and looks at me. I nod for her to continue. Let's just get it all out there. "When she was ten years old, she and her father were kidnapped by a deranged muggle. She was forced to watch as he tortured and killed her father. He then turned on her. However, before he had the chance to finish her, the muggle police men came and rescued her. As a result of this trauma she does not speak. I expect you to respect that Mr. Weasley and respect my decision to make her Head Girl."
So now you know. That's why I don't talk. I don't want pity. I've had enough pity.
Weasley looks to be in shock. He's just staring at me, open mouthed. Looks a bit like a fish out of water actually.
Finally, he gets his voice back. "I can respect that. I would like to know why you made her Head Girl though, when it is going to put her and her inability to talk at the center of attention."
"I made her Head Girl because she is the brightest witch I have ever seen. Even more so than your aunt Hermione." And he's gaping again. "Now, if that is all, I will now lead you to the Head dormitory."
Oh, how I love McGonagall. Instead of a spoken password to get into the Heads' dorm, it's a sequence of colors on the portrait that we have to press. She really thought of everything before giving me this position.
Looking around our new dorm, it is simply a smaller version of Gryffindor tower. Except, oh yes, this couch is so much comfier than the one in front of the fireplace in the tower. I could sleep here.
Now, if only Weasley would stop staring at me. I stare back and arch an eyebrow.
He seems at a loss for what to say before he finally gets out, "I'm sorry. For the way I acted on the train. I was a prat and it was uncalled for. I apologize."
I nod and smile. The first genuine smile I've had on my face all day. Maybe Weas-Louis isn't such a prat after all.
He seems shocked by the smile but I just head off to my room while he ponders what that smile meant.