Bordering on Insanity

Thinking

"Speech"

Normal

Spells

"Freak!"

"Weird…"

"Loser."

"Ugly!"
"Moping."
"Stupid."
"Moaning."
"Myrtle."

All of the attention in the corridor was fixed on a thirteen-year-old girl with glasses and black hair. Myrtle tried to blink back tears, and cursed herself for being sensitive. If only I could be as tough as Meda. If I can just get out of the corridor. Then to Ravenclaw tower. I guess I'll skip lunch; I'm not that hungry anyway. Maybe I'll go to the kitchens. Out of the corridor.
Suddenly, Myrtle found herself on the floor. Everyone was laughing, and Myrtle felt the now familiar burning sensations in the back of her eyes. She got up off the floor, gathered her books, and looked up to see a wand pointed at her.

"Not so fast, Myrtle." Olive Hornby snarled.

Olive was a blonde girl with blue eyes and pink lips. She was the most popular girl in Ravenclaw, and along with her friends, she bullied Myrtle.

"Where are your loser friends? Finally given up on them? Or have they given up on you?"

"N-no. They w-wouldn't leave me."

Myrtle hadn't meant for the words to come out like that, but Olive must have heard the doubt at the end.

"Sounds like it. Girls, shouldn't we teach Myrtle what happens to people that don't have any friends?"

All of Olive's cronies grinned and nodded, eagerly anticipating Myrtle being shamed. Olive lowered her wand, and thought for a moment, then raised it again, and grinned.

"Engorgio Skullus!"
Myrtle felt her head growing. It hurt so badly, it wasn't funny. Olive grinned again.

"Densaugeo!"

The whole corridor was in stitches by now, and Myrtle didn't bother to hide her tears.

Olive cooed. "Is the poor rabbit crying?"

"HORNBY!"

A loud shout rang out, echoing in the corridor, and Olive looked frightened. A tall, lanky girl with black hair and a malicious expression stalked in the corridor, two boys following her. The first boy was as tall as the girl, and had wild, bushy black hair. He looked very uncertain, but seemed angry. The second boy had long, blond hair, and had a dreamy expression on his face. He was following blindly the girl. The crowd parted like the Red Sea, but was still watching.

The girl glared at them. "Leave."

She said it so fiercely, that the crowd turned tail and ran.

The girl then stalked up to Olive, and pinned her against the wall, wand pressed to Olive's throat.

"What did I say would happen if you made fun of Myrtle again? What?"

Olive trembled. "That you would turn me into a teapot."

The girl grinned. "And I stand by that."
The tall boy looked frightened, and lumbered forward, but the girl had already turned Olive into a teapot, and ugly one, one with an ugly, slimy snake on it. The girl raised her foot above it, but the tall boy had already picked her up, and had deposited her on the other side of the corridor.

"You alright, Myrtle?"

Myrtle nodded. "Thanks, Hagrid."
The tall girl had caught up by that time. "What about me? I was the one who-"

Myrtle hugged her so tightly she was gasping for breath.

"Thanks, Meda."

Meda grinned.

"Anytime."
By that time, the second boy had walked over.

"Oh hello Myrtle. What happened? Did the wrackspurts get you?"

He suddenly looked very concerned.

Myrtle managed a teary smile. "Nothing happened, Leander."

Leander smiled as well. "That's nice."

"So, Hagrid, found anything cool yet?"

Myrtle knew that that was just code words for "Have you found any interesting, dangerous animals with an XXXXX ministry rating yet?"

You would think, that after a troll, Meda and Hagrid would have learned not to make it their lives ambition to find beasts and try to adopt them.

Hagrid suddenly had shifty eyes. "Ya, I found a real beauty!"

Myrtle suddenly had a sense of foreboding. This wasn't going to be good.

Myrtle sat at the Ravenclaw table with Meda and Leander. Where she was sitting, she could see Bilius Weasley, Septimus's younger brother, chatting to Gabriel Prewett. She could also see the Diggory brothers at the Hufflepuff table with the Fat Friar. At the Slytherin table, she saw Abraxas Malfoy staring at Meda, and Tom Riddle with a bunch of his 'friends'. Of course, Meda always calls them mindless followers.

It was no secret that the Slytherin boys were the hottest, like the Black brothers, Orion, Cygnus and Alphard. There also was Lestrange, and Malfoy, but Tom Riddle topped them all. There also were the girls. Walburga Black was a beautiful girl, with blond hair and stormy gray eyes. Druella Rosier was also pretty, with light blonde hair and piercing icy blue eyes. Tisiphone Greengrass had black hair and grey eyes, but was also very pretty. Of course, those good looks come from lines and lines of pureblooded ancestors. But look at Crabbe, Flint and Goyle. They are absolutely not hot. Hey, that rhymes!

Meda snorted when she saw where Myrtle was looking.

"Idiots, the lot of them. Especially that stupid, Tom Riddle."

Meda stabbed her fork in her dinner viciously and chewed her food with anger. Myrtle knew that Meda disliked three things very much: Tom Riddle, her sister Arelia, and her full name, Andromeda. Meda once assured Myrtle that she would like nothing better than to the Andro part from Andromeda. Apparently, Andromeda was a very common pureblood name.

Myrtle looked at her own table. Leander was sitting there, eating. Meda was there, but she wasn't eating. No, it's more like murdering. Olive Hornby wasn't there. No doubt Meda would be questioned about that. Over on the left side of the table, sat Arelia and her friends. Arelia was perfect. She had long, light blonde hair, and beautiful blue eyes. She had lips the colour of coral, and her voice was like tinkling bells. She also was a prefect, smart, and popular.

In short, Meda hated her. They were as different as could be. While Arelia was gentle, Meda was rambunctious. Meda had shoulder length, black hair, and brown eyes. While all teachers loved Arelia, all teachers except for Professors Dumbledore, Kettleburn and Slughorn shuddered when they saw her. Cygnus Black would marry a muggle born before Meda was made a prefect. Even though people recognized her leadership, and showed her respect, that was out of fear.

Arelia was perfect while Meda was not, and it annoyed Meda to no end. While Meda couldn't care less about it, the professors were always comparing her to her sister. The only thing that Meda was good at that Arelia wasn't was Transfiguration and Quidditch. Meda played on the Ravenclaw team as a beater, while Arelia considered the sport unladylike. Unladylike? If there was ever a word to describe Meda, that would be it. Unladylike describes her whole character. Yes, it does.