The girls's dormitories were always one of the best things in the Slytherin House. Of course noone knew of this, but the girls, so not many could enjoy this well-hidden oasis of comfort unlike the nomadic Common Room (the insufferable desert in our case, which was used by everyone and enjoyed by none).
Unlike the common room, the girls' area was cosy, even comfortable, well, depends on naturally what's comfort for someone. One could easily feel intimidated by the view (or even the facts- nobody in their right mind would want to be close to where Pansy Parkinson slept). The stone walls still reminded the viewer of medieval prisons (yes, Pansy would deserve that), but the beds were luxurious with the silver linen on them (now that's something she wouldn't deserve, but probably possesses at home, too) and the dark green baldachins, that locked out noises. They were soft and thick, and besides locking out noises, they also locked out light and ensured privacy, so the two girls sitting on the bed didn't have to care about lowering their voices.
One of them was tall and strong-built, if we were nasty, we would describe her as 'bulky', but as we are obviously far from that, so it is to be noted only that she wasn't exactly a veela. Or half-veela. Or even quarter-veela. Despite her kind eyes, her features made her seem to be an always angry and morose person. She was hiding her face in her hands and shaking her head slowly. The short, blonde-haired girl sitting vis-a-vis to her was looking at her in utter disbelief.
'That totally grosses me out' she said, leaning toward her friend, putting a stubborn mop of dark blonde hair behind her ear.'Are you sure that..you know…?'
The other girl nodded.
'Uh.' Said the blonde and leaned on her silk pillow. 'Love shall be a matter of decision, not a matter of heart, Millicent..at least ...it should contain some thinking too, not only hormones.' she stated promptly.
'I know' the girl, addressed as Millicent said hopelessly. 'It came out of nowhere… and it's not like I WANT to like him, it's like I HAPPEN to like him, you know.' She nearly shouted.
'Oh yes, I'm rather sure that you wouldn't have chosen him by your own free will.' She mused.
The lazy rays of the autumn sun couldn't get through the thick layers of the dark green baldachin. The girls were alone in the room, given the fact that it was the day of the year's very first Quidditch game, Slytherin against Hufflepuff. The match was due in a few hours after breakfast, which has just started.
'Don't be so evil, Flora!.' Millicent pleaded. 'You haven't been here for long, so you can't know. His love would make any girl happy.'
The blonde shrugged lazily and picked up a fancy looking silver mirror from the blanket to check her messy hair. Making an attempt to arrange it somehow (which was a failed mission), she stated:
'I may haven't been here for too long, but I'm not an idiot. Saying this is cruel, but you liking him is far from being the centre of his affections, really' she lowered the mirror and looked at her friend sympathetically.
'You're not this cold, either, so don't put on an act for me. I've known you ever since you were 4, so change that attitude and help me.' Millicent demanded.
The blonde girl dropped the mirror onto her bed sheets and faced her friend with a half smile.
'That doesn't change the fact that he is far from being in love with you.'
'Why are you this unkind to me, Flora? I need support not criticism.' She said in a crying voice.
Her friend rubbed her forehead. Millicent was beginning to sound like Pansy (always nagging), as a result of sharing nearly every classes with the latter.
'I have told you a several times and I will repeat myself once again' Flora said in a bored tone. 'He is …not exactly the best choice. Fall in love but fall out of it quickly.'
'I simply can not do that.' Millicent declared firmly.
Flora shrugged again. Shrugging was one of her worst habits, which tended to drive the people that talked to her crazy. There's nothing wrong with shrugging. Except for when it gives you the impression that your mate is careless to your problems. Flora had easy answers for everything, and she gave them as it was impossible to do otherwise.
'We should try to get you to snap out of this, it's just totally gross and wrong and…'- her voice trailed off. Sometimes it's just better not to find, or not to say out the right word loudly.
'Hopeless.' Millicent finished. 'And the worst is I'm not like you are, I'm unseen, I'm unpopular even in Slytherin and I'll never be considered as 'cool' or anything else than the bully, fat, gross Millicent… of course he wouldn't look at me'.
Her friend arched her eyebrow. That was another one of her annoying habits. You can arch your eyebrow because you're surprised, when youre happy, when it's nothing more than, well, arching an eyebrow, but then there are just those situations, when someone arches it out of sheer annoyance., Well, that was Flora's way of arching her brows.
'Stop. Don't be dramatic. It has absolutely nothing to do with you or your looks or your position in Slytherin. You admitted that you like him' she paused. 'much'. Now you have three options. 'You have to forget him...admire him from afar… or get him to like you. The last option morally, biologically and in every possible sense…is just disgusting.'
'However' she continued.' I'm your friend,so I advise you now to follow the admire-him-from-afar version. We can keep an eye on him and check if he really is unworthy of your love, of which I'm sure.'she grinned.
Millicent lightened up and gave her a hug.
'Do you think that we could… go and see the match? You know he'll be there, too...'
Flora sighed a fake sigh.
'You know well that I despise Pansy and she'll be present. But oh well, you know I wouldn't survive if I didn't see our talented' she emphasized the word 'team winning.'
'Come on, Flora' teased Millicent. 'We both know that you will say yes to going only to check out all those muscular boys.'
'I never said that wasn't my intention.' Flora answered, grinning. Some things are just not worth denying.
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