Maggie cried all summer. Mom didn’t want to show how upset she was, but Maggie knew she was a disappointment. What kind of idiot had to repeat first year? It was literally the easiest year! She had never had this much trouble in school before. Maggie had kind of always assumed she was just stupid, but this was worse than ever!
Then Mom took her to see somebody - she wasn’t who he was, other than a “professional” with a “doctor” before his name - and he gave her a new word for it. Dyslexic? Ironically, Maggie didn’t think she could even spell that word. But apparently, that was pretty much what it meant.
Fortunately she didn’t have to do the Sorting thing again, but it was still really embarassing to come back and know everyone was going to find out how dumb she was. She tried to just sit at her House fire and be unassuming. The only time she dared to move was to applaud her friend Darlene, who got Prefect. That was super good for her, at least.
Maggie sighed, waiting for the food to be served, but when it was, she realized she just wasn’t very hungry. This was no fun.