Blemishes

A/N: You know the way Desperate Housewives is written I love how one person is looking down on everything and telling you whats going on so that's how I wrote this.

Hello. My name is Noleta Leroy. My life was an ordinary, boring story. Even the day I died was dull. I woke up one early morning. I said hello to the head boy, James Potter. he gave me a nod and continued on his way. I ate lunch with the girls from my year. Laughed at their jokes. I was called out of the great hall by McGonagall. Was told something disturbing. Walked back into the great hall. Sat down and smiled shakily. Then continued to eat my toast.

I was being given odd looks but no one said anything and I continued acting like nothing was wrong. Then it seemed very peculiar, as the bell rang and I walked quickly on my way to charms, that I threw myself out of a large open window landing with a sickening crunch on the ground below. I felt bad. Traumatizing several students and seeing the horrified faces. This was sad.

Everyone really seems bothered by suicide. Who wouldn't? It didn't seem to matter who it was. It gave people the chills and everyone wants to know what happened that would make someone do something so drastic. But when your the one committing suicide you understand others who do it. No one spoke anything of my suicide. No one crossed by the window. No one mentioned my name. And no one took a breath if someone mentioned anything about my suicide.

Its quite depressing actually. You die and people want to forget. But they all attended my funeral and then the window was never seen again. The teachers had managed to make it disappear.

The new head girl was Lily Evans. She was a Gryffindor and she decidedly avoided James Potter. Strange. She seemed to be the opposite of me.

I was blond with brown eyes. She was a redhead with greenish eyes.

I was tall. She was short.

I was shy and proper. She was outgoing.

She was happy. I pretended I was.

I had never met Lily once in my life. It was easy to know why. I was a Hufflepuff and she was a Gryffindor. She bumped into me once but that was it.

It was a strange thing. I had never met her and she couldn't stop wondering about me.

'Why did I kill myself?'

'Why would no one mention me?'

'Why could James Potter actually be mentioning something worthwhile?'

She was rather other wise occupied at the moment. He was actually talking worthwhile things! About quidditch schedules and patrol outlines.

"Evans? Evans? Evans!"

"Hmm? Wha?" Lily's head had finally snapped to attention. Of course she been pondering. She never had noticed how James' lips were so full and pink.

Then she was repulsed by herself. She was a sad little girl.

"I was saying," James continued with a frown, "that tonight I have to...er...do something. So your going to have to patrol on your own alright?"

"Fine." she said solemnly. She yawned widely.

"Perhaps you should go since your SO tired." he said raising an eyebrow.

"I'm not tired. I'm exhausted from thinking so much," she said.

"Really? What were you thinking about?" he said leaning closer across our old table in the library where we had our head meeting reviews. I was pleased to see he had kept my tradition of going over info after the actual meetings.

"Er..." she looked uncomfortable suddenly.

"What?" he said narrowing his eyes.

"Why do you think she did it?" Lily blurted out.

"Who did what?" he said confusedly.

She sighed.

"Why do you think Leroy did it?" she said a slow worried look came across her face.

"Evans, I don't want to talk about this." James said angrily.

"Why?" she said, "Do you know?"

"Listen." he said, glaring and moving his face in closer to hers, "I'm sure Noleta had her reasons. But a person," he lowered his voice to a whisper, "killing themselves is a tragic and most decidedly hated thing. No one wants to mention it. Its something you just don't do."

"Like suicide." Lily said spitefully.

I liked that she wasn't going to shut up just because 'people' wanted her to.

James let out an irritated sigh.

"Its. Just. Not. Proper." he said through gritted teeth.

She exhaled angrily gathered her things and said in an angry whisper in his ear so no one could hear her.

"Neither is to forget someone."

And then she ran off. Hair flying behind her.

In truth, James was correct. But Lily was also. You shouldn't speak of someones misfortune and you shouldn't forget someone.

But the human race is imperfect and they tend to do both. No one is perfect and I just learned that through death. What a tragic way to learn.

Indeed.

A/N: Ah so what did you think. I know its short. Should I continue. Now I have been working on both my other stories but I'm happily typing away for this one. Did you guys see GoF. I did. The day it came out and in Imax. Did you see Angelica Mandy? I own the fansite for her TeeHee. Alrighty this is my secret world where I get away from my mom and the fansite world. So if you do leave me a comment on don't mention you found out about it through her. Kay! I want at least 5 reviews until my next chapter :o)

Much love, Kel