Hello. My name's Rinslet, but you can call me Rins. My friends do, anyway, so I just say everyone can. I'm a fan of nicknames.
Before I start rambling about myself (which I'm rather prone to), I feel I need to tell you something. Hogwarts has lately turned strange; everyone's been separated into the category of prep, poser, or gothic. I don't understand it. Ah well, not like it matters much.
But there's this one kid. This one kid named Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way. I really don't understand this chick; I've heard her called Enoby before. Whatever. She's the main cause of the weirdness that's gripped Hogwarts.
Actually it's all her fault.
It started first with Draco. She turned the little bastard into a pussy. He's a poser if I ever saw one; she is too, really. They all are. They claim to cut their wrists, but I never see a scratch on them. They claim that they're vampires, too… Oh, if only they knew. They are not vampires. Not by a long shot.
Okay. Sorry. I could rant a lot more on those kids, but I'm going to start my story. It's interesting, pay attention…
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"Hey, Rins!"
I turned around, raising my eyebrows. My eyes found the source of the calling: John Ramanether.
"Hey Ramth," I greet, offering him a smile.
He whistled softly, saying, "Damn, girl. You're smiling. What's up, what's gotten you to smile?" He poked me playfully, grinning at the surprise on my face.
"You know that little bastard, Draco Malfoy?" I asked him. Ramth (for that's what we call him) nodded.
"What about him?" he asked.
"That girl who thinks her life is so difficult turned him into a poser," I replied.
He frowned a bit, locking his brown eyes with my green ones. I could see anger simmering behind the chocolate veil he was so good at using. I leaned forward, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"What's up?" I asked. "I can tell you're mad about something."
Ramth sighed, slipping his arms around my waist. I allowed him to this one time; it wasn't often I saw his true emotions, after all. I couldn't let my best friend suffer alone.
"It's that girl, Ebony. She's started spreading that Goth and poser and prep shit around," he told me. "It's more than just Draco now."
I opened my mouth to say something, but our names were called. Class was starting. We let go of each other, smiled apologetically, and hurried off. I paused to watch him run toward Biology.
How I wish I could have that ability. I was jealous of him, of all my friends. They could run through sunlight without being hurt. Sighing softly I sprinted off, knowing Professor McGonagall would give me a few hours of detention if I arrived late to class any more this semester.
Damn bitch.