Funny Girl
He thinks I'm funny, but when the laugh is over, he's still with her,
because I may be all wrong for him, but good for a laugh.
And it isn't funny, because when the laugh is over the jokes on me.
The ballroom had been very big, very bright and very crowded. For the most part I was occupying my time with weaving through the zealous assembly's, trying my best not to trample on tail coats and dress skirts. I had been making great progress, until a burly man with a balding scalp interrupted my antics.
"You girl, yes you, who would you be?"
I had decided to give him the nickname Daphne used, I was quite proud of it really. She used to address me as baby, but now that I was turned five she had given me a new name. "Tori, sir."
"Tori who?" He pressed on
"As-tori." He started to chuckle at that.
"Well aren't you a funny one."
Funny, they all seem to think so anyway. I'm that funny girl.
Ever since that first party, all the way when I was five, people have referred to me as such. That funny little girl.
The title followed me all throughout my childhood. Anyone in need of a laugh sought me out Every family function or social gathering of any sort brought on a new crowd of people who wanted a laugh from that funny girl.
I hadn't entered Hogwarts with the title,
Then the sorting was beginning, and I knew soon after I had been silly to ask, but as I watched the hat being placed on head after head all I could think of was mother scolding me for swapping hats at day school, warning me that I may potentially contract lice. So I asked if I could get lice from the hat…
and just like that, I was once again that funny girl, and everyone who wanted a laugh could be found sitting beside me.
With second year came the Yule Ball, and an invite from a fourth year Durmstrang student. I had spent hours selecting a dress, fixing my hair and painting my face to spend the majority of the night sitting by my lonesome, in a room full of people much to old to find interest in my company. The dinner prior had been great, everyone seemed to enjoy my company well enough, they thought I was funny, but after the first dance Jacob left to dance with girls his own age. Once we were nearing the end of the night I decided to voice my opinion.
"Jacob…don't you want to dance with me."
"….." he hadn't answer that.
"Why did you invite me?"
"Because I heard you were funny."
Funny, I was liking the word less and less.
Fourth year marked the beginning of the dating scene as couples were being formed, and with couples comes heartbreak. Those suffering heartbreak seek a pick me up, and I was just that, because I was good for a laugh
But when the laugh was over, the joke was always on me. For he was with her, and I maybe all wrong for the guy, but I was good for a laugh.
Funny, how it ain't so funny, being a funny girl.
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