Maeve has a small limp and nerve damage in her hip from the injury that occurs from the night of her parents attack. She also suffers from PTSD which she goes to therapy for but she still has night terrors at night. 

Don't disappoint me this time, Tuesday.
She couldn't stop the words from repeating in her head. It seems to be the common phrase that her mother would say to her lately. She was always be a disappointment. She would respond with the normal 'yes ma'am' or 'yes, mother.' She was taught to be respectful of her elders. It was starting to be annoying. She was expected to have high marks, probably even better ones than her older siblings since now she was in Gryffindor and not Slytherin. She was also expected to take classes that would benefit her future. In honesty, classes that would be what her parents approved.

Tuesday was starting to dread going to school but it was better than her home. Sometimes she wondered if there was anyone out there who could relate to her. She wondered if someone felt like they were alone in their own family like they were some kind of stranger. She could feel the rattling sounds of the train as it made it's way to Hogwarts. She would be back in her dorm soon and she would have to dread another year of boredom. She held her brown leather bound journal in hands. She had already have quite a few pages filled. So far journaling was the only thing that kept her sane.