Perfection.
Perfection could describe many things. Like that moment, this moment, heaven on earth, Many things that can not be found to be put within the words I so unwillingly write. This moment was not one of them. This moment should be destroyed. This moment should suffer a timely slow death. This moment as I lay on the floor. Screaming. Crying. Being held by betrayal. I have now realized that this moment is traitorous. I am being ripped of so many things that I was put on this earth to guard with my life until the moment was indeed perfect.
But it is not. And so I lay there weeping. While he is weeping. Normally this would enlighten me to see him suffer so. But it does not so much as even register my mind at this point.
"I'm so sorry," he sobs. I decide that I hate him. No matter what he can say I won't forget him. I scream in pain as he pushes farther. I decide to force myself to go numb. I won't fight. I will cease. "I am so sorry."
They all should be sorry. I was made for this Imperfection. But I had no idea that it would mean to be betrayed because of it.
When you are little all you want is to be bigger. You never want anything else so badly but that. When you pass a former you admire them for just being that age of the hormonal teenager. But then when you get to such an age you want nothing more then to just be little again. That is exactly how I felt when I heard those dreadful two names that I had been so unwillingly dubbed at that age.
"Opal, Wagaye."
I stepped forward on shaky legs. Passing all the gaping students that were my age at the time. I was trembling so much I even disregarded the fact that this authority figure had pronounced my name wrong. I took my chance to glance up at the old hag. She resembled very much like a chameleon. I thought she was somewhat pretty and ugly. She met my gaze and gave me a tight lipped smile. I hurriedly became interested in my shoes. I sat in the big chair and awaited my fate as the chameleon woman placed the hat on my head.
"Ahh, Wagaye Opal. I haven't sorted an Opal in quite a while. Your future is quite bright isn't it my dear? But where to put you? "
'I'd prefer not to be placed with the snakes, if you please.' I thought back to this strange head piece.
"But Slytherin would suit you much better." it tried to persuade me to let my guard down.
'Perhaps. But I do not wish to go there. I'd prefer something else.' I would not give up.
"Hmmmn. Hufflepuff won't be able to stand the sight of you." the old hat jeered. "Yes. That's it. Your much to difficult for any of them but Slytherin." My heart quickened. "I know just where to put you. GRYFFINDOR!" the hat shouted. The table clapped and cheered civilly because they now gained another housemate. But nothing more than that. I jumped down from the rather large chair and made my way to the civil table.
I looked around for a place to sit. Nobody would offer a place because they now were all interested in another sorting of a boy with glasses. A girl glanced up and motioned for me to sit down. She scooted over to make room for me.
"Hello." she said good naturedly. "Eloise Midgen. I'm assuming your Wa-wa-gaye? Did I say it correctly?" I noticed she had spots around her hairline.
I shrugged my shoulders. "I suppose."
Her eyes went wide. "You mean you don't know the own pronunciation of your name?"
"Not really." I lied. I grew tired of always explaining how to say my name. It grew tiresome after 11 years. And to be perfectly honest Eloise had said it perfectly. But I wasn't going to let her know that.
"Amazing." the girl mumbled. Suddenly the Gryffindor table erupted into cheerful shouts and clapping. Not as civil as they had been with me. Eloise glanced up. "Oh, we missed the sorting of Harry Potter." I looked up as well to see the short boy with the weird glasses make his way to the front of the table where he was bombarded with people.
It was possibly going to be like that all year with his now newfound celebrity status. I lazily put my head down. Soon after I had done that I felt someone shaking me awake. I sat up and glanced around to find Eloise but instead I found a rather gawky boy staring back at me.
"You fell asleep and missed the whole feast. I do say! That's the first time someone has done that here." I looked at his robes to see a badge pinned in the corner. 'Prefect' I glanced back at the red headed boy. "Come now I'm supposed to show you the Gryffindor tower." he held out his hand. I stared at it a little taken aback but took it so I wouldn't seem rude on my first night there. He pulled me with him to the front of the First Year's line. Still gripping my hand like I would get lost. "First years follow me! Keep in an orderly line! You there! No pushing!" I decided that I didn't like him much. For one, he kept a hold of my hand like I was a toddler. And two, I found him unattractive to look at at that point in time.
As we were walking he smiled down at me and asked for my name.
"Wagaye Opal." I said sheepishly not really wanting to strike up a conversation. His eyebrows shot up in surprise.
"Really now? Doesn't it have a meaning?" he asked suddenly.
"I don't know." I answered honestly. And I really didn't. I wasn't trying to be so bland on my first day. If there was a meaning to Wagaye it probably wasn't something exactly pretty knowing my grandmother who gave me my name. He looked as if he were going to say something more but was interrupted something that resembled sticks were floating in mid-air above us.
"Peeves." Percy whispered to me. "He's a poltergeist." he then yelled "Peeves! Show yourself!" then there was a loud sound in response. "Do you want me to get the Bloody Baron?" said Percy with his hands on his hips. I smirked at his stature.
Suddenly there was a pop and a small man appeared clutching the floating sticks. "Ooooooh!" he cackled. "Ickle Firsties! What fun!" he swooped down towards all of us and grabbed a fistful of my hair. I let out a scream of shock.
"Peeves! Go on with you or the Bloody Baron'll hear about this, I mean it!" Percy barked trying to swat at the little man. Peeves stuck out his tounge at Percy before spitting in my hair before vanishing and dropping the floating sticks on a boys head.
He smiled at me sympathetically before retaking my hand saying. "Sorry about that. You best watch out for Peeves. Well, I'm Percy Weasley. I would give you my hand but I see you have already got it." I winced at his horrendously cheesy attempt at a joke. He found it rather funny. I found it rather annoying especially after being spit on by Peeves. After he had stopped laughing he grew serious. "I'm a prefect in this house. My duty is to watch over you lot. And any others that decide to cause trouble." he looked at me through the corner of his eyes. That's when it hit me. He wasn't holding my hand because he thought I'd get lost! He thought I was a trouble maker. He cleared his throat. "Now trust me Wagaye. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has no time for delinquents. Keep that in mind."
I felt my face flush as the two boys behind me began to snigger. I glanced down at my shoes glaring into their soles. Percy let go of my hand.
"Now this is a password portrait. It will only let you in if you know the password. Understood?" he said rather arrogantly. A boy raised his hand. "Yes?"
"Wh-wha-what I-if you forget the password?" the boy whom Peeves dropped the sticks on stuttered nervously.
"You will have to wait outside for another of your house that knows it." Percy answered matter-of-factly. The boy blushed and sunk back into the crowd of First Years. Percy turned to the portrait of a Fat Lady.
"Password?" it asked. A couple of kids behind me gasped.
"Caput Draconis." said Percy and the portrait swung open.
"Wicked!" a boy behind me breathed. I had to agree.
We all filed in through the hole. There were chairs, a chess set in the corner of the room, a rather snug fireplace, and Gryffindor banners everywhere.
"This is the Gryffindor common room. The dormitories are that way." he pointed towards the spiral staircase. "Girls are on the left. Boys are on the right." then he dismissed us by taking the boys to their dorms.
"Wagaye!" I heard Eloise call after me. She latched onto my arm. "I'm sorry I left you! I had no idea you were asleep! You are probably starving! Did Peeves really get your hair? Wait! You must be so tired!" she cried worriedly shaking me in the process like a limp tree in the wind.
"I'm fine. Let's just go to the dormitory." I suggested rubbing the ear she decided to yell in.
"Great idea!" she pulled me up the staircase on the way we bumped into a girl with bushy brown hair.
"Ouch!" the girl cried out. "You can't run up the stairs like that! It's a safety hazard!" the girl recovered hastily wasting no time to state this absurd fact. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.
"We're sorry. We were trying to find the first year's girls dorms. My friend here is tired." I glared at Eloise but it went unnoticed.
"Well, that's where I'm headed as well!" the girl huffed.
"How about we all just go at the same time?" I asked sarcastically. No one noticed that either.
"What another great idea!" Eloise squealed. I tried my hardest not to slap her. "Your smart Wagaye!" the other girl gasped.
"Wagaye!" she said in such a shock she could have morphed into Percy. "Doesn't that mean something?"
"I guess." I sighed. All I wanted is to just go to bed at this point. It seemed rather impossible.
"I could have sworn it did! I may have read it somewhere but where?" the girl thought aloud for a moment. Before shoving her hand in my face throwing my balance. "Oh you must think I'm rude don't you? Being so forward like that! Hermione Granger. And you are Wagaye-?"
"Opal." I said simply before shaking her hand.
"And you?" Hermione glanced at Eloise.
"Eloise Migden." giggled Eloise.
"What a pretty name." she said before turning to me. "We all should go to bed. We have to be up early in the morning."
As annoying as I found Hermione Granger I could have hugged her for even suggesting the obvious thing I wanted all night more than anything. Some sleep. Eloise and I followed her up a few more steps before heading thorough a red wooden door. Through the red clad room there was five poster beds two of them were already taken by some girls I had seen at the sorting.
"Who are you?" one asked rather rudely. "Yeah." the other one echoed.
"Hermione Granger," Hermione stated. "Those two are Eloise Migden and Wagaye Opal." Eloise gave off a small polite wave. I just stared them both in the eyes.
"Lavender Brown," the rude one from before smirked. "That's Pavarti Patil." she pointed to a rather tan girl. Pavarti nodded in response.
"I'm going to take a shower real quick. Okay?" Eloise whispered to me as if she was trying to find some reason to stay behind if I told her.
"Okay." I said simply before locating my trunks that were placed in front of a poster bed that was, unfortunately between Hermione's and Lavender's. I opened my trunk and began to rifle through my stuff for something comfortable to wear to bed. Once I found the nightgown that was packed for me I pulled off my robes and into it. I looked around to make sure I wasn't the only one that was wearing a nightgown. I was surprised to see that I wasn't. Hermione had on a pale pink one. Figures.
I crawled into bed not bothering to brush my teeth or wash up. The bed was rather soft. But I couldn't get to sleep. 'Bloody Eloise and her big mouth.' I thought to myself.
"Wagaye? What kind of name is that?" I heard Lavender giggling.
"Surely her parents were joking!" Pavarti whispered. They must have known I was still awake. I felt my eyes sting. I turned on my side and faced Hermione. She was still awake as well.
"Wagaye?" she whispered softly to me. "If it's any consolation I think you have a pretty name." she gave me a warm smile before turning over.
I blinked. A tear or two came lose. Was she the one that was serious? I decided that maybe Hermione Granger wasn't half that bad. Maybe I could give her a chance. Eloise too for that matter.
Author's Note: We would like to say that Wagaye does have a meaning but you will have to wait until later on to where we can unveil that meaning! *smirks* Let's just say this meaning is the point to everything that is supposed to happen. We would also like to say that you can email us (the address is on our profile.) so you will have the oppertunity to suggest what you would like to see happen in this story. Who knows? The most creative heartstopping idea might be featured in an upcoming chapter. Or if you'd rather tell us through reveiws that would be fine as well!
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