I watch her.
She doesn't know this, of course, but I watch her every day from the shadows. I know all of her habits, the way she absentmindedly twirls a lock of jet-black hair in her fingers when she is thinking. The way she chews on her bottom lip when she's tackling a difficult assignment. The way her beautiful head droops to rest on her books when she falls asleep while reading ahead (it happens every so often to all of us Ravenclaws). The way her face lights up when she catches the snitch while playing Quidditch, one of the two things that she loves most in the world. The one that she shared with me. The other...
The other is an oh-so-charming, kind, understanding Hufflepuff Prefect who is reckoned as handsome by all the girls in the school, sickeningly sweet and mild-mannered, one of the bloody Triwizard Champions, and obviously adores her. Puts her on a pedestal and worships her like a Goddess. She's not a Goddess. He doesn't understand.
He doesn't know her like I do. He doesn't know what a feisty temper she has. He doesn't know of how she swears in Chinese when she runs out of English profanities to call Professor Snape. He doesn't know that she can be moody, sulky, fiery, harsh, tender, generous, thoughtful and sweet all in the course of one day. He only sees her beauty, her general friendliness and her Quidditch skills. Fool!
Unlike almost all of the other people in this school, I am not her friend...well, not any more. Because a friend would be happy for her for finding love with such a model student as Cedric Diggory. And that thought is frankly too much for me to bear. I cannot be happy for them. It is all I can do to restrain myself from tearing Diggory apart every time I see him walk by, with that besotted grin on his face.
It is my 7th year here at Hogwarts. Next year, I will leave, and I shall no longer see her. She shall go her way, and I shall go my way, and our acquaintance and former friendship shall be forgotten.
By her.
But me...well, one doesn't forget the Cruciatus curse. So how could I forget pain that is a thousand times greater?
She doesn't know this, of course, but I watch her every day from the shadows. I know all of her habits, the way she absentmindedly twirls a lock of jet-black hair in her fingers when she is thinking. The way she chews on her bottom lip when she's tackling a difficult assignment. The way her beautiful head droops to rest on her books when she falls asleep while reading ahead (it happens every so often to all of us Ravenclaws). The way her face lights up when she catches the snitch while playing Quidditch, one of the two things that she loves most in the world. The one that she shared with me. The other...
The other is an oh-so-charming, kind, understanding Hufflepuff Prefect who is reckoned as handsome by all the girls in the school, sickeningly sweet and mild-mannered, one of the bloody Triwizard Champions, and obviously adores her. Puts her on a pedestal and worships her like a Goddess. She's not a Goddess. He doesn't understand.
He doesn't know her like I do. He doesn't know what a feisty temper she has. He doesn't know of how she swears in Chinese when she runs out of English profanities to call Professor Snape. He doesn't know that she can be moody, sulky, fiery, harsh, tender, generous, thoughtful and sweet all in the course of one day. He only sees her beauty, her general friendliness and her Quidditch skills. Fool!
Unlike almost all of the other people in this school, I am not her friend...well, not any more. Because a friend would be happy for her for finding love with such a model student as Cedric Diggory. And that thought is frankly too much for me to bear. I cannot be happy for them. It is all I can do to restrain myself from tearing Diggory apart every time I see him walk by, with that besotted grin on his face.
It is my 7th year here at Hogwarts. Next year, I will leave, and I shall no longer see her. She shall go her way, and I shall go my way, and our acquaintance and former friendship shall be forgotten.
By her.
But me...well, one doesn't forget the Cruciatus curse. So how could I forget pain that is a thousand times greater?