Betsy, her hair pulled up into a jaunty pony tail and a smile upon her face, said "last day of school, then dratted finals
and then..." she grinned "SUMMER!"
She paused as her friends looked at her with a mixture of "you're crazy" and "you're so annoying" on their faces.
"But first," she continued,"I need to borrow someone's Arithmancy charts. Jen?" Jen handed over a green box and Betsy
did her review.
It was very simple and although Jen was in a lower level than Betsy, Jen could not help peering at Betsy's paper. She
didn't understand much of it, but knew that her friend was good at Arithmancy. Supposedly. Then why was she writing
so slowly?
Betsy sniffled. Why, oh why did she have to start crying now? She took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes, thankful that
nobody noticed. She started in on her work again, not really paying attention to when 1=3 and how 3=1, but somehow
knowing the answer anyway. "Circle crop 36" she wrote as a tear fell down her cheek. She sighed. It was of no use. She
tried to dry her cheeks but it didn't really work.
"Do you have a tissue?" Betsy asked Jen.
"No" came the reply, along with a concerned look. "Do you want me to ask around?"
Betsy shrugged her shoulder and turned the other way, where nobody was sitting next to her. Nobody ever sat next to her.
For once, she was glad of it. Jen took this for a yes, but there were no tissues. Finally Betsy got up and went to the
Ladies' room.
Jen watched her walk away, which only reinforced the idea that her friend was extremly upset. Betsy walked purposly
out the door, head held high, chin up, as if she were refusing to admit that she had indeed been crying only seconds
before. Jen sighed. What was she ever going to do with that girl? She shrugged the shoulders of her mind and returned
to conversation with the others at the table.
Betsy was seething. Why couldn't she control herself? Worse yet, why didn't anybody care? She was leaving! After this
year, there was no coming back. She was off to a strange magic school just because her parents were moving and didn't
want her so far away from them. Unannounced, a panicky fear swept through her. What was she going to do at
Dippendots? I mean, come on, she wasn't exactly little miss Brave and she was entering a new school where
everyone knew each other! Tears started to form again at the thought of leaving for a school famous only for it's
icecream.
She came back with a rather forced smile on. Jen wished that she had never told Betsy that she dragged those
around her down when she was sad because Betsy looked rather sickly pretending to be happy. Soon afterwards,
she crumpled into her hands and laid her head on the table.
"Betsy, etsy, etsy," sang Jen "You're not happy appy appy."
Betsy tried to smile, protesting. She gave up and rolled her eyes at herself. Soon, though, she was
laughing at the congo line of 7th years that weaved its way through the dining room.
In her bedroom after classes were done, Betsy muttered to herself, "Only exams and then I'm out. Finally.
But... I don't want it to end!"
A/N I wrote this for several reasons. One, because I am moving. Something pretty much like this happened to me
yesterday, conga line and all! Also I got really annoyed with all those fanfics where a new character suddenly comes
to Hogwarts. It's very annoying. Don't those authors realize that their character had a life before they came to
Hogwarts!
and then..." she grinned "SUMMER!"
She paused as her friends looked at her with a mixture of "you're crazy" and "you're so annoying" on their faces.
"But first," she continued,"I need to borrow someone's Arithmancy charts. Jen?" Jen handed over a green box and Betsy
did her review.
It was very simple and although Jen was in a lower level than Betsy, Jen could not help peering at Betsy's paper. She
didn't understand much of it, but knew that her friend was good at Arithmancy. Supposedly. Then why was she writing
so slowly?
Betsy sniffled. Why, oh why did she have to start crying now? She took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes, thankful that
nobody noticed. She started in on her work again, not really paying attention to when 1=3 and how 3=1, but somehow
knowing the answer anyway. "Circle crop 36" she wrote as a tear fell down her cheek. She sighed. It was of no use. She
tried to dry her cheeks but it didn't really work.
"Do you have a tissue?" Betsy asked Jen.
"No" came the reply, along with a concerned look. "Do you want me to ask around?"
Betsy shrugged her shoulder and turned the other way, where nobody was sitting next to her. Nobody ever sat next to her.
For once, she was glad of it. Jen took this for a yes, but there were no tissues. Finally Betsy got up and went to the
Ladies' room.
Jen watched her walk away, which only reinforced the idea that her friend was extremly upset. Betsy walked purposly
out the door, head held high, chin up, as if she were refusing to admit that she had indeed been crying only seconds
before. Jen sighed. What was she ever going to do with that girl? She shrugged the shoulders of her mind and returned
to conversation with the others at the table.
Betsy was seething. Why couldn't she control herself? Worse yet, why didn't anybody care? She was leaving! After this
year, there was no coming back. She was off to a strange magic school just because her parents were moving and didn't
want her so far away from them. Unannounced, a panicky fear swept through her. What was she going to do at
Dippendots? I mean, come on, she wasn't exactly little miss Brave and she was entering a new school where
everyone knew each other! Tears started to form again at the thought of leaving for a school famous only for it's
icecream.
She came back with a rather forced smile on. Jen wished that she had never told Betsy that she dragged those
around her down when she was sad because Betsy looked rather sickly pretending to be happy. Soon afterwards,
she crumpled into her hands and laid her head on the table.
"Betsy, etsy, etsy," sang Jen "You're not happy appy appy."
Betsy tried to smile, protesting. She gave up and rolled her eyes at herself. Soon, though, she was
laughing at the congo line of 7th years that weaved its way through the dining room.
In her bedroom after classes were done, Betsy muttered to herself, "Only exams and then I'm out. Finally.
But... I don't want it to end!"
A/N I wrote this for several reasons. One, because I am moving. Something pretty much like this happened to me
yesterday, conga line and all! Also I got really annoyed with all those fanfics where a new character suddenly comes
to Hogwarts. It's very annoying. Don't those authors realize that their character had a life before they came to
Hogwarts!