Not the best thing, just a little something that was rattling around in my head. I don't own Harry Potter.
"Hey Babes," Potter greeted me as he slid next to me before History of Magic begun. Why did Alice have to be sick today, conveniently leaving the seat next to me vacant? The girl knows that I sorta kinda really like him. It's a conspiracy plan, I swear. She wants me to suffer as much as possible because I lost her favorite shirt back in Fourth Year. It was a really gorgeous lavender knit and I just had to borrow it for my date with Benjy Fenwick. To make a long story short, Potter showed up and put up a little act that involved a kneazle, a pair of tweezers, and seven pitchers of pumpkin juice. Not my ideal date. Or my fault.
Then there was that time last year when Gryffindor had won the Quidditch Cup and we were celebrating in the common room. After around eight or nine glasses of firewhiskey, my tongue had become loose and I let it slip to Alice's boyfriend Henry Trotsky (7th Year Hufflepuff who graduated now) that she had been fooling around with Frank behind his back for two months. Not my fault though – firewhiskey has a mind of its own. And Henry shouldn't have been in the Gryffindor Common Room anyway. As a Hufflepuff Prefect, he should've known that. Let's say hypothetically that it was actually my fault - it's not like it worked out so terrible though! Alice said that she was going to break up with him anyway and now she and Frank are in love and getting married in September!
Maybe she's still peeved about the time when I got my chewing gum stuck in her hair. Or when I accidentally set her cat on fire. Or maybe it was the time when I pushed her into the lake as a sacrifice to the giant squid. That must be it. But really, she should get over it, it's been nearly three days. Merlin, that's why she's sick! Because the lake was cold! Oh I feel terrible, I feel horrible, I'm going to go bring her some soup right away. I'm a horrible friend who deserves to –
"Is it just me, or are you looking particularly beautiful today?" a deep voice whispered in my ear. I'm a horrible friend who deserves to…flirt with Potter. It's what Alice would want, should her illness cause her death. Seriously, just thinking about her here.
I'm tired…I think I'll try to go to bed now… Perfect conditions for sleeping – it's a cloudy, cool afternoon in March, Binns is droning on about Billy the Brain Basher, there's a strong hand massaging my leg, I didn't get enough sleep last night, the list goes on. Wait. Hand massaging my leg?
That Alice Hemmingway is one lousy friend. Because she got sick today I'm stuck here next to Potter who thinks I'm beautiful and is giving my leg a lovely little message. Remind me to push her into the lake next week too.
Please review? Flames welcomed (;
Isabel