HIDDEN
CHAPTER ONE: STARE
I was looking through my S.S. book (that's Sorcerer's Stone, not Social Studies-die, Mrs. Sanders! ---LOL, Jenny) when I found someone I can pair with . . . um . . . someone else. (You won't learn this until the next chapter . . .) *Happy!*
Here's some definite full-frontal fluff. Anti-fluffs, LEAVE NOW! No, I do not own almost ANYBODY, but J.K. Rowling should thank me for basically creating Mandy. She only created the name (I think.)
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Mandy Brocklehurst stood at the door of the courtyard. The wind ruffled her strawberry blonde hair playfully. Her hazel eyes stared at the yard forlornly. Her black robes blew in the wind. Hugging her books tightly against her chest, she gazed as if in a trance.
"Are you okay?" Layla Davis asked Mandy.
"Fine." Mandy answered distractedly.
Layla glanced at her. "Who are you staring at?"
"Oh, no one." Mandy tore her gaze away to see Layla watching her, puzzled.
"You know, you've been staring at the same place after Charms every single day for months?"
"Oh?"
"Yes. So who are you watching?"
Mandy looked back at the same place. She turned to Layla. "No one."
"Sure," said Layla, unconvinced. "Come on, Mandy. We've got to get to Potions. Damn that Snape. He hates our house. Not as bad as Gryffindor, though. I feel bad for them."
"Yeah. Me, too." Mandy's mind was still drifting among the clouds.
"I give up. Come on!"
And the pair went off to Potions with "that damn Snape," Layla dragging Mandy most of the way.
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Mandy was a smart girl. She had gotten 5 points for Ravenclaw in Snape's class, and usually got 10 or more in Charms. Transfiguration was simple, and the History of Magic was boring, yet easy. Divination was annoying, but trouble-free (as long as she refrained from laughing during her lies). The Care of Magical Creature was fun and undemanding. But what Mandy didn't know anything about was love.
She pondered this as she went back to the Ravenclaw dormitory. She stood in front of a large mirror. "Poe," she said.
The Raven engraving at the top of the mirror cawed. "Hello, Mandy."
"Hello, Andrea." (That's pronounced On-dray-uh, FYI.)
The birds surrounding the raven, Andrea, chirped. The mirror's surface dissolved, and Mandy stepped through.
"Where have you been?" a 7th year boy almost shouted.
"Courtyard," answered Mandy.
"Couldn't you have told me where you were?" the boy said loudly, sounding exasperated. His light brown hair shook as he talked expressively.
"My God, Justin," said Mandy, equally exasperated. "You may be my brother, but do I have to tell you everything I do?"
"I'm trying to protect you, Mandy. You just won't let me."
"You don't need to know every little thing I do!"
The entire Ravenclaw common room began watching them.
"I am going to bed, Justin," said Mandy coldly. "Is that all right with you?"
She turned on her heel and walked quickly up the stairs leading to the girls' rooms, leaving Justin Brocklehurst with his mouth open.
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Mandy shoved her books in her trunk and curled up on her bed. She thought about her fight with Justin. Anger rose up at his overprotection, but she pushed that away to view the whole situation.
Justin sheltered her. But he hid her away from the world. She didn't go to the Yule Ball last year because Justin scared away all of her dates. She had never shared a Hogsmeade butterbeer with any boy, or flirted with a guy. While all of her friends had previously had boyfriends, Mandy was left alone and unkissed.
It wasn't like Mandy didn't have a crush on anyone. There was Terry Boots, a handsome Ravenclaw, in her first year. And Justin Finch-Fletchley in her second, though she had no idea why. She had liked Draco Malfoy in her third year, like most other girls her age, the same as Draco's. But that didn't last long, and she had moved on to Viktor Krum and Cedric Diggory in her fourth year. Those were longer, but Mandy had moved on to. . .
Him. He was amazing to her. He was cute, He was smart, He was funny. He was everything. To Mandy, He was perfect. And, even better, He was available.
Maybe if Justin wasn't so protective. Maybe if she knew what she was doing. Maybe if she was prettier. Maybe if she was more popular. Maybe then there would be a hope for Mandy and Him.
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Okay. How bad was that? 10 POINTS TO THE HOUSE OF WHOEVER CAN GUESS WHO "HE" IS! Be sure to include your house in the review.
CHAPTER ONE: STARE
I was looking through my S.S. book (that's Sorcerer's Stone, not Social Studies-die, Mrs. Sanders! ---LOL, Jenny) when I found someone I can pair with . . . um . . . someone else. (You won't learn this until the next chapter . . .) *Happy!*
Here's some definite full-frontal fluff. Anti-fluffs, LEAVE NOW! No, I do not own almost ANYBODY, but J.K. Rowling should thank me for basically creating Mandy. She only created the name (I think.)
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Mandy Brocklehurst stood at the door of the courtyard. The wind ruffled her strawberry blonde hair playfully. Her hazel eyes stared at the yard forlornly. Her black robes blew in the wind. Hugging her books tightly against her chest, she gazed as if in a trance.
"Are you okay?" Layla Davis asked Mandy.
"Fine." Mandy answered distractedly.
Layla glanced at her. "Who are you staring at?"
"Oh, no one." Mandy tore her gaze away to see Layla watching her, puzzled.
"You know, you've been staring at the same place after Charms every single day for months?"
"Oh?"
"Yes. So who are you watching?"
Mandy looked back at the same place. She turned to Layla. "No one."
"Sure," said Layla, unconvinced. "Come on, Mandy. We've got to get to Potions. Damn that Snape. He hates our house. Not as bad as Gryffindor, though. I feel bad for them."
"Yeah. Me, too." Mandy's mind was still drifting among the clouds.
"I give up. Come on!"
And the pair went off to Potions with "that damn Snape," Layla dragging Mandy most of the way.
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Mandy was a smart girl. She had gotten 5 points for Ravenclaw in Snape's class, and usually got 10 or more in Charms. Transfiguration was simple, and the History of Magic was boring, yet easy. Divination was annoying, but trouble-free (as long as she refrained from laughing during her lies). The Care of Magical Creature was fun and undemanding. But what Mandy didn't know anything about was love.
She pondered this as she went back to the Ravenclaw dormitory. She stood in front of a large mirror. "Poe," she said.
The Raven engraving at the top of the mirror cawed. "Hello, Mandy."
"Hello, Andrea." (That's pronounced On-dray-uh, FYI.)
The birds surrounding the raven, Andrea, chirped. The mirror's surface dissolved, and Mandy stepped through.
"Where have you been?" a 7th year boy almost shouted.
"Courtyard," answered Mandy.
"Couldn't you have told me where you were?" the boy said loudly, sounding exasperated. His light brown hair shook as he talked expressively.
"My God, Justin," said Mandy, equally exasperated. "You may be my brother, but do I have to tell you everything I do?"
"I'm trying to protect you, Mandy. You just won't let me."
"You don't need to know every little thing I do!"
The entire Ravenclaw common room began watching them.
"I am going to bed, Justin," said Mandy coldly. "Is that all right with you?"
She turned on her heel and walked quickly up the stairs leading to the girls' rooms, leaving Justin Brocklehurst with his mouth open.
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Mandy shoved her books in her trunk and curled up on her bed. She thought about her fight with Justin. Anger rose up at his overprotection, but she pushed that away to view the whole situation.
Justin sheltered her. But he hid her away from the world. She didn't go to the Yule Ball last year because Justin scared away all of her dates. She had never shared a Hogsmeade butterbeer with any boy, or flirted with a guy. While all of her friends had previously had boyfriends, Mandy was left alone and unkissed.
It wasn't like Mandy didn't have a crush on anyone. There was Terry Boots, a handsome Ravenclaw, in her first year. And Justin Finch-Fletchley in her second, though she had no idea why. She had liked Draco Malfoy in her third year, like most other girls her age, the same as Draco's. But that didn't last long, and she had moved on to Viktor Krum and Cedric Diggory in her fourth year. Those were longer, but Mandy had moved on to. . .
Him. He was amazing to her. He was cute, He was smart, He was funny. He was everything. To Mandy, He was perfect. And, even better, He was available.
Maybe if Justin wasn't so protective. Maybe if she knew what she was doing. Maybe if she was prettier. Maybe if she was more popular. Maybe then there would be a hope for Mandy and Him.
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Okay. How bad was that? 10 POINTS TO THE HOUSE OF WHOEVER CAN GUESS WHO "HE" IS! Be sure to include your house in the review.