A/N: Okay so I made a few changes in the previous chapters. Nothing important except one thing: The ages of characters. It doesn't really matter in this chapter, but it will later so, to avoid confusion I'll just write the ages of all the characters here. So basically everyone's a year older except the first and seventh years.
Seamus, Lucy, Lorcan, Lysander: 11 (first year)
Roxanne: 14 (Fourth year)
Adel-Jane, April, Asher, Kathleen, Albus, Rose: 15 (fifth year)
Lily, Hugo: 13 (Third year)
James, Fred: 16 (sixth year)
Louis: 17 (Seventh year)
Enjoy :) :
“I hate it.” I told her flatly. Turning around to face the creator of this horror. She’d managed god knows how to flatten my hair and make it all pretty and shiny. At that moment I was in complete awe! I loved it so much I thought I was going to die
… and then she ruined it. Of course. She took a strand of my hair and… and… MADE IT BLUE!! What is it with April and awkward hair colors? But instead of realizing her mistake…She frowned, flipped her hair back, rested her arms on her hips, then snapped:
“I didn’t ask you what you actually think about it. I asked you to tell me you think it looks amazing. Your opinion doesn’t count; I just want the wonders I’ve created with your face to be recognized.”
“Gosh, I feel so loved and appreciated. And will you please get it off?” I replied.
“You still didn’t say it.”
it.” I replied in a tone oozing sarcasm. “Now can you please
take it off?”
it! Isn’t it great?” She asked hugging me tightly.
“Eh, do I have to lie here too?” She hit my arm for that one. Softly though, so I wouldn’t get bruised and ruin her work, I’m assuming.
Damn stupid April. Why in hell
did I ever become your friend?
So I decided to ask her the important question:
“Why are you turning me into a punk?”
Because you see, the blue hair is only the “cherry on the sundae” as one would say. I have a thin black belt that April is trying to convince me is a skirt, over electric blue fishnets, with a very tight punky tank top and… lots of chains. EVERYWERE.
She twitched uncomfortably. I raised my eyebrows. So she was hiding something! AHA! I DO have supernatural powers! Or ask the right random questions at the right time. Once in a blue moon…
Nah who am I kidding? I DO HAVE SUPERPOWERS!!! YAAAY!
She’s still not answering my question though.
I tried to use my newly discovered superpowers to get her to talk… and it didn’t work. Oh well, guess we’re stuck with the good old technique: Asking.
Now don’t get me wrong, I’m well aware that asking is for not superhuman folk. But, you know, I’m sure it takes some kind
of training before you master your powers.
(I refuse to consider the though of their possible -but highly unlikely if you ask me- absence)
“April… could you please tell me what’s up?” I ask gently as if I hadn’t just made a huge discovery on my own self.
She bit her lip.
“I dressed you into a punk because my brother hates that.” She said.
Ouch. I wasn’t expecting that.
“… I’m over Asher…” I lied, quite pathetically actually. I’m not that bad
a liar usually.
She raised her eyebrows. And she usually believes my lies! Damn what’s wrong with me today?
“You know, Asher’s a great guy, and he’s real sweet but… he’s not for you Adel, do you know how many hearts he broke?” She laughed a little after this, then lost her smile and her tone was a little bitter when she continued. “Probably as much as I did. We’re the same… we can’t… stay put for too long. And that hurts people. So we date the ones who’re like us and don’t care. You care Adel. Way
too much. I don’t want him to fall for you because I don’t want you to get hurt.”
The only thing I found appropriate to do was laugh.
“As if I care about what your brother thinks of me, jeez do you really think I can hang on to someone who rejects me for so long? I don’t want to date your brother. Trust me on this one.” Then I smiled and turned around and I knew she believed me.
is how you lie.
I’m such a Slytherin.
I’m currently having very dark and unholy thoughts…
Care to hear them in their integrity? Humm… Maybe I should censor some stuff for the softer souls.
What was going on presently, in my head:
I WILL KILL THOSE (censor) SHOES WITH MY (censor) MANICURED (censor) HANDS!!! I SHALL ROLL IT IN MUD AND PUT IN A (censor) BLENDER UNTIL IT TURNS TO (CENSOR!!! Wow that was inappropriate!!!) THEN I’LL STOMP ON IT UNTIL I BLEED TO DEATH AND DIE AS WELL JUST SO I CAN FOLLOW THOSE (censor) SHOES TO HELL AND TORTURE THEM FOR ETERNITY!!
Then there was a huge mental growl that lasted a very long time, followed by a bunch of happy images of shoes that are thorn to bits.
What was going on in reality:
I was attempting to walk with painful high heels as well as ignore the awkward stares.
I was not overreacting.
I will assassinate anyone who dares suggest otherwise.
That’s about when I saw her for the first time this year. I almost ran away screaming, but then I remembered I couldn’t because of my freaking shoes.
She blinked really fast upon seeing me and then snickered and said:
“Well, well, Longbottom got to you didn’t she?” I sighed and nodded.
Maybe I should explain. This is Tracey Wood, Ravenclaw’s quidditch captain since last year and Louis Weasley’s girlfriend. Don’t get me wrong she’s great… for everything except understanding the possible problems concerning your Quidditch team… and controlling her temper. I’m sort of terrified of her since last year at the quidditch finals (because yes we actually made it to the finals, beat the crap out of Slytherin for the first time… ever, it was pretty fun.) I sort of sent a bludger at her boyfriends’ head.
It kinda pissed her off.
She didn’t understand the concept of “He would’ve scored if I hadn’t and it’s the game and OUCH THAT HURTS!!!!” Because she had pulled really hard on my hair at the time.
Good thing her long term memory is pretty horrible.
She ruffled my hair (which was straight for the first time… ever I can’t believe she ruined that!!)
“Well gotta go anyways, Gryffindor has quidditch trials today” she said.
“Spying again?” I replied.
Because you see, Wood, who nearly rendered me bald because of me doing what I was supposed to do, enjoys spying on the other teams in order to “Maximize the potential of her strategies” she says it’s fair because (apparently) all the other teams do it.
In other words, her boyfriend, April and Kat are often watching our practices. She makes me sound reasonable.
“Yep. Wanna come?” She added. Smiling. I almost said no (she terrifies me) but then I saw a non-identified Weasley that would most likely see me and wonder who I am, then somehow remember me and say “You’re strawberry-face Jane!” and then ruin my (non-existent) reputation. Again. That or it’s one that I’m closer to and who’ll laugh at my face. Great. I don’t know why I even bother with these people.
THEY ARE CRAAAAZYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Like mad. Completely wonkers! My total opposite I tell you!!!!
So I said yes and followed my arch-nemesis.
Not that she really is my arch-nemesis, but it sounded cooler and I like to sound cool. And awesome. And loveable. And admirable. And just generally a person everyone wants to hang out with because of their inner amazing-ness.
So yeah I said she was arch-nemesis because she sort of terrifies me and because I don’t really have one.
TO THE AGENDA: Find an arch-nemesis.
I was sitting on the bench not really hiding, while Tracey was making cute-faces with Louis Weasley.
It was pretty deranging.
And then I saw him. From afar, his godlike figure…
Oh what the hell. I was never one for poesy.
Asher was walking towards me and he was goddamn sexy
And then I remembered he disliked punk. Ahhhhhh
“April-Challenge?” He guessed, when he was close enough for me to hear him/gag at his sexy cheekbone.
“I hate her guts now. But
she made my hair straight! Look it!! LOOOOK IIIIT
Did I really say that out loud?
Fortunately, he must’ve been saving up his energy for the trials because he didn’t run away screaming. Yay me! He just replied, shrugging.
“It’s not bad”
I was a little disappointed by his lack of enthusiasm, but then I felt really, really, really light-headed because he bent down really close and added:
“But I like you better natural.”
Then he ran off and I had to hold myself on the bench so I wouldn’t faint.
That’s about when Rose Weasley appeared with James, walked by me and whispered:
“Adel… you really need to get over him you know…”
Not likely to happen Rose. Not. Likely.
An hour later I discovered Rose was a hypocrite.
Well, not really discovered, because I already knew that but… I now had proof. And she denied it!
This would not pass if we were at court…
But we weren’t so… whatever.
I know the truth Rosie!!
You know what just happened? She told me to get over Asher (As if that was ever happening! PFF!) and then she went off and terrified everyone at the trials with her badass throwing abilities. Then she comes back to where I was sitting, taking notes with Tracey (who was hiding under the bench, as if the team didn’t know she was there… and people say I’m pathetic. Then again she’s super-pretty, super-terrifying and is dating Louis Weasley, I guess that sort of makes her immune to evil-gossip. I have no such luck…) and we start walking, talking about quidditch and how we will “destroy” the other.
Ah friend love!
And then we come across Scorpius Malfoy, snogging Joanne Tanner senseless and Rose just stopped short, and turned red with anger. And jealousy no doubt.
And so I whispered to her ear “Speaking of people you need to get over…”
And then she goes on denying that she still has any feelings for that jerk!
She really did need to get over him though… I’ll never forget that night last year…
It was a Sunday afternoon in midwinter and since I didn’t quite affection the cold, and so I was in my dorm, fiddling with a romance novel I’d gotten for Christmas, not really absorbing anything because my mind was captivated by two things that were romancy enough to compensate for my lack of interest with the book.
First one, Asher’s eyes. Lately, they’d been sort of omnipresent in all my thoughts. I couldn’t really ever shake them off… it bothered me. I didn’t know what to make of it: Asher was one of my closest friends’ brother, and I’d known him since I was five because our parents had both decided to send us to a muggle elementary school, so we’d have at least a bit of muggle knowledge, it’s really sort of a strange coincidence, since we ended up at the same school. I mean, what are the odds? Plus we ended up being friends. Real close too. Asher, April, Tristan and Adel. The four of us would never really leave each other. In fact we never did until Hogwarts started and Tristan…
I shook off the memory. Now wasn’t the time for painful past reminders…
I concentrated on my second thought, a much happier one.
Rose was going out on her first date with Scorpius tonight. She’d been staring at him in the distance, sighing and smiling for months. They got pretty close, and then one day, bam! He asked her to go out with him, it was super sweet too because he looked all shy and intimidated (and trust me Scorpius Malfoy was NEVER intimidated) when he asked. I knew because I had been randomly walking by at that moment, and because I suddenly felt the urge to kneel down behind a bush and observe the brick wall behind them, not because I was spying. We’d spent the whole day trying to pick the perfect outfit for her.
Or more like, trying to save her from tornado-April who was trying to make her look thirty. It wasn’t that easy, since she hissed at anyone who got within a meter of Rose while she “worked”. In the end we managed to save her from looking like a total slut as April had been planning. She looked cute, but not overkill. Just perfect if you ask me. Her long red curls were tied in a beautiful and very complicated bun. The best thing April ever did in my opinion. She was wearing a light blue shirt and a simple, short white skirt. Her blue shoes brought out her eyes and Rose had managed to keep April from going overboard on make-up, she only had a bit of mascara because April would never forgive her if she didn’t.
I was just thinking how much of a cute couple they would be, when Roxy came running in my dorm, looking panicked.
“I just saw Rose running in the hallway, crying her soul out… I think she needs help… I don’t know what to do… I can’t comfort people! Come with me… please!”
She didn’t need to beg, I was already on my feet asking her if she knew the Gryffindor common room password. Thanking the gods it wasn’t a stupid riddle like ours. I didn’t have time to play games, not when my friend was in tears! Luckily, she did. So when we arrived in front of the fat lady, she said “Flobberworms!” and the portrait swung open, revealing a rather heartbreaking scene:
Rose was crying a waterfall, in her cousin Fred’s arms. Poor kid was trying to help her, but didn’t know what to do. I came up to them.
Her bun was undone, as if she’d yanked it off, and her mascara had leaked.
I rubbed her back, and when she turned to see me her eyes were all panicked and full of pain.
“What happened Rosie?” I asked softly, taking her hand. Roxy went to sit next to her brother, not sure what to do to help her cousin and friend either.
She just shook her head and cried, holding on to me like she was holding on to Fred seconds ago.
“I’m… so… stupid.” She whispered in between two sobs. I told her she wasn’t,, I patted her back and held one hand, Roxy was holding the other, and Fred looked desperate and lost.
I ended up completely helpless I just wanted to comfort her but… I didn’t know how. I didn’t know what was going on. And even if I did could I really comfort someone in so much pain?
I knew the answer. So I just held her and whispered soft words and hoped she would get better soon.
I never found out what had happened that night. And we learned not to mention it, as it only made her sad.
And then here he was snogging some random chick right in front of her.
“Come on Rosie, lets get out of here.” I told her as I pulled her away.
“I was fine! I don’t care about that git-faced loser anymore.” She told me, and this time she looked so angry that I didn’t protest.
I found three things last night, after leaving Rose. An arch nemesis, and two brand new friends...
I was walking in the hallway, after dropping Rosie off at the Gryffindor common room. It was pretty late, and I had to hurry if I didn’t want to be out after curfew. So I was alone, walking and then, he popped out of nowhere:
David Gary. Sixth year and possibly the biggest git and manwhore there is. He makes Malfoy look saint-like.
“Hey pretty. Where, are you going like that?” He asked me. I whirled and found he was, much, much too close to me. I backed away. He walked closer. And then he “trapped me” against the wall.
“Come on sweetie, don’t be afraid. I’m not going to hurt you.”
“Leave me alone!” Was the only thing I could manage.
“Aw come on, don’t hurt my feelings!” He came closer. His breath smelled like hot dogs which was pretty gross.
I was just about to pull out my secret technique: puke on him (His breath was that bad) when I heard someone behind him.
“Leave the girl alone, dude!” I stretched to try and see who it was.
“Mind your business Potter. The girl and I were just having a little fun. Right?”
I didn’t answer, I was too busy trying to refrain from vomiting. It was hard work!
“Hun? Really? She looks like she’s about to puke."
Good observation Al! (Note the sarcasm here)
He finally came off me. (I CAN BREEEEEAAAAATHE!!!!!) Only to walk towards Albus.
“Got a problem with me Potter?” He spat.
His response was pretty quick and pretty drastic, perhaps a little overboard, but it did the trick:
He punched him in the eye.
Which caused Gary to fall on the floor moaning.
Albus turned to face me, cracking his knuckles and saying:
“I’ve been looking for an excuse to punch that guy! And nobody hurts my favorite potion partner!” I laughed.
“Yeah, you wouldn’t want to fail your class alone. It’s way more fun when we’re two!” I said.
“Touché." He paused, as if thing somehing, then smiled and added: "Friends?”
I was reminded of kindergarten when you asked other kids “Do you want to be my friend
But I was too happy to get a new friend (Yeah, I liked kindergarten okay? Don’t judge) so I just said:
“Hell yeah! Plus I’ve found myself a perfectly good arch nemesis: Gary here.”
He raised his eyebrow a second at that last part, then just laughed and put his arm around my shoulders.
“You’re cooler then I thought… strawberry-face.” He said. I hit him, insulted.
We walked, talked and laughed for a while, our conversation switching from the precise look on Gary's face when Al punched him, to orange elephants, to muggle music bands and we ended up having a very animate discussion on weither or not the cat statue in Filtch's office was the original Mrs Norris, or just a replica.
"I don't know... it seems pretty realistic to me," Argued Albus
I nodded. He had point. But then I saw the stairs and chuckled.
“Well, unless you want to jog up the five thousand steps to the Ravenclaw common room, this is where we part… Eh… I’ll find you a cool nickname later.”
“Just call me Al. And can I just call you strawberry-face or do I have to find something else?”
“Find something else, Or you’ll end up like my arch nemesis: with a really sexy black eye!” I smiled.
He pretended to be insulted a bit then just said “Whatever, I’ll think about it.” And left smiling.
I walked up the five thousand steps to my common room, and when I came in, the first thing I did? I threw my shoes out the window and let out a shriek of victory.
And then I noticed him.
He was sitting in a ball on a couch in front of the fireplace, looking all crushed.
“Hey, you okay Lysander?” I asked as I walked next to him. We were the only ones left in the common room as it was pretty late.
He shook his head. He hesitated at first, probably not wanting to tell me what had happened... but then he sort of spilled it all at once.
“Some kids started insulting my mother… when I snapped back they… got pretty pissed. I had to spend the rest of the day at the hospital wing. I won’t go in detail.” He whispered. Head down.
I crisped my fist in anger. Who could do this to Lysander?
“Who did it? Tell me who did it and I’ll break his neck!”
He let out a bitter laugh.
“I don’t know their names. A bunch of sixth year slytherins.”
“Sixth years? Oh my gosh Lysander! You can’t just let them do that!” I exclaimed, horrified. How could sixth years hurt a small little eleven year old like Lysander?
“And what am I supposed to do? Attack them? That worked out well today!” He answered. And I could see he was almost crying.
I pulled him in a tight hug.
“I won’t let them okay? I’ll come over there with the entire Potter-Weasly clan if I have to, but you’re not enduring this crap you hear me Lys?” I asked.
“Hey, no problem... Friends?” My lips twitched as I asked the same question Albus had hours earlier.
He laughed and I was glad to see him feel better.
A/N: *screams* Poor Lysander!! :'( I'm listening to a really sad song right now, and the end of this chapter just tore my heart. I swear I wasn't excpecting it!! It sort of.. wrote itself out. I had everything in mind... safe that last part with Lysander... poor kiddo! :( And I'm sorry for not updating earlier!! In any case I hope you like it! :) Please review!!