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You know that girl. The one that walks down the hallway with her head held high, her bright smile plastered on her face, and her ambitious attitude threatening to leak out? Even though her life is perfect, or at least you think it is, she has a story too. A story that is worth hearing.
It's not always about the somebody's or the nobody's. Sometimes it can be about the normals. The people who are normal, yet loved, and they go through the same types of things everyone else does. Their life isn't overly dramatic or completely useless. Their life is theirs, and it is worth living. Which is why I think everyone deserves a story, everyone deserves to be heard. That's what got me started on my notebook. My notebook where I could right about all the normal people in the world. Myself, my friends, people I meet, anyone. Everyone deserves to be heard. Everyone has a voice.
Hands, I quickly scribbled down right in the middle of my Potions class. They are something everyone has, well mainly everyone, yet no one thinks about it. How would you live without hands? Sometimes I think they are one of the important things that make us who we are. People go day to day without really noticing they have them.
With our hands we are able to do things; play Qudditch, pass a class, write our thoughts down in a notebook, anything. We were given our own hands so that we could be who we want to be and I thin-
"She's writing in that notebook again. Why is it that she always writes in her notebook?" My head popped up as I heard my best friend Katie Zabini mumble towards our other friends seated in front of us.. Her jet black hair was cascading down her shoulders and back in perfect spiral curls and her beautiful blue eyes matched perfectly with her Ravenclaw uniform.
"I wonder what she writes about. She's never told anyone. Not even Albus," Makenna Thomas spoke up. She was sporting a Ravenclaw uniform as well and her deep brown hair was tied back in a ponytail giving people a better look at her tanned skin.
"If I were Rose Weasely and I always carried around a notebook what would I write about," Heather Longbottom piped up playfully as she rested the weight of her chin above her hand in a thinking sort of way.
"I can hear you guys," I grumbled and quickly shoved the notebook into my bag laying next to my seat on the floor. Brushing away the curls that made it's way into my line of vision I fixed my friends with a playful glare.
"Good," Katie giggled. "Maybe now you will feel awful for putting us through such thoughts and just tell us what you write about in there." She bobbed her head towards the ground obviously referring to my notebook.
You see my notebook was different than any other notebook as you can probably tell. No I don't take notes about Herbology or Potions in it. My notebook is myself. No one is allowed to look in it and everyone is fully aware of it.
I started my notebook when I was eleven when I told my mother I wanted to become a journalist when I was older. She merely nodded and told me that if that was what I wanted than I should practice. So before my first day to attend Hogwarts my mother bought me a decent sized notebook and told me to take it to school and write.
I remembered asking her what to write about. I hadn't done something like this before. She only smiled and said, "The truth."
So ever since I was eleven whenever I ran out of space in my notebook, my mother ran out and bought me a new one and ever since that day I had written in it. I wrote about the truth like I had promised my mum. I wrote about the things I saw, the things I heard, and the things I felt.
Everyone I knew, knew not to touch my notebook. It was personal and they respected that. I knew that if anyone were to look through it, they would be on the receiving end of my Aunt Ginny's Bat- Bogey Hex, and that is painful. At least that's what my father says.
"No chance." I mumbled and picked up my bag as the bell rang. The next class I had was free period. I always spent my free periods out by the lake. It was peaceful there. Not many people were out there and the scenery was always terrific.
Rushing through the people cramming by the door, I felt satisfied. I always looked forward to this point in the day. When I could be alone with my thoughts and just think and feel relaxed.
"See you later, Rosie!" Katie called as she made her way back up to the Ravenclaw tower with Heather and Makenna in tow.
"Bye," I smiled at my friends and quickened my strides now that I was alone. The hallways were mainly empty except for the other students rushing to get to their next class. This period was a free period for all 6th years.
"Seriously, Madeline," I heard a familiar voice plead. I was just about to round the corner to go out into the courtyard. This was the familiar place I usually walked by with the flowers and beautiful path. Often times my cousins, my brother, and I would hang out around here, but since most of them had graduated it was sort of lonely and we hadn't been here since the end of last year. Although we were only a few days into our school year.
The place was really spectacular. If you were lucky, which I usually was, there would be tiny butterflies of all colors that would float around and birds that would sing as you sat there or made your way through. It always felt magical. Everything at Hogwarts did.
"What now, Scorpius." Oh great not again. I was just about to walk through another Madeline Flint and Scorpius Malfoy love episode. Disgusting.
I turned around and made to go out the other path that was not as beautiful. Then I heard something that brought forth my attention but at the same time made my heart swell with pain. "Mads, I love you. I really do. Why would you think I would want any other girl?"
Glancing back, I saw Scorpius reach forward and pick up a big white and pink rose that was planted in the flower garden. Then he handed it to her without hesitation and smiled that adorable Scorpius Malfoy smile. The smile I had often times felt was only for myself. His smile had a way of making you feel special like you were the only one deserving enough for it.
"Oh, Scorpius! I love you too!" Madeline flung herself into his arms. Wrapping her long and slender arms around his neck, she giggled as he spun her around. Then they did something I wasn't expecting. They kissed. I always knew they had kissed before but it was much more painful to watch it.
"Rosie!" I heard a voice call just as the tears in my eyes were threatening to spill. "Rosie, here," I looked up and saw Albus Potter in a sprint towards me. The people in the hallway parted to the sides to make room for him. "This is from Aunt Hermione. It's for you."
I looked down at the package and knew exactly what it was. A new notebook. I had told my mother I was running out of space the week before and she promised to send me a new one. I thanked Al, then shoved the package in my bag.
He nodded and grabbed a hold of my arm to escort me down to the lake, like usual. I looked up and felt my tears start to dry. Albus really was something. I didn't like him in a special way, he was just my cousin and my best friend at the same time.
Many girls here thought Albus was adorable and always asked me to set them up. I didn't like it though since I was worried eventually he would leave me and I would be alone. But he always promised me had would make time for me and we would always be best friends and best cousins. I loved him, a lot.
Just as I looked up, a figure stepped forward and blocked my view from the path before us. "Hey guys." I looked up and saw Scorpius standing there smiling like a complete idiot right in front of us. His white blonde hair laid in a messy way that made him look extremely attractive and his silver grey eyes were smiling down at me.
"Hey," I greeted him while Albus dropped my arm and pulled him in for a 'manly hug'. I felt my heart sting. Not only from the show I had just witnessed but also because Scorpius was the one person who could make Albus ditch me. Scorpius was also Albus's best friend.
I looked away because it was all too much. There was many things Scorpius was. He was the person who starred most in my notebook. The main reason why I had asked my mum to send me a new one. Madeline Flint's long time boyfriend. Albus Potter's best friend.
You see Scorpius was the one person in my notebook who wasn't normal. He was special, to me at least because I was in love. In love with Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy who probably only saw my as Albus Potter's younger cousin. Practically his little sister.
I know this is kind of short and jumps right in but there will be a lot of plot! Don't worry! I would appreciate reviews they make me want to update. I hope you enjoyed it and tell me your thoughts!
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