I hear the rumours. Honestly, I do. You're probably thinking of all the cock-and-bull ones that you've heard about me... The thing is though, most of them are true...
"Amelia Bones was snogging Sirius Black whilst she was going out with Benjy Fenwick!" That one's true.
"Amelia Bones is a bitch!" That one, I'm afraid, is also true.
"Amelia Bones shagged Peter Pettigrew!" What the ... I can't even ... Where do people come up with this shit? I do have standards you know!
And those are just a few of them...! The thing is though, I might be a bitch, I'm not denying it, but I'm not heartless. I don't show emotion, but I'm not bulletproof. I act like a slag, but inside, I'm broken.
Any way, I'm getting side-tracked. I play games, and people are my favourite play-things. That's what this is about. The fantastic games of Amelia Bones. The emotionless slag. Clearly.
I guess I should start from the beginning. I was a swotty little first-year, my intelligence rivalling probably only Lily Evans's. Yep, that's right. Me, swotty. The ice-hearted bitch. Queen of Slags. Swotty. Hard to believe, isn't it?
Second year, I was no better. I was still your typical practical-braid, skirt-to-the-knee, all-the-buttons-done-up, tie-properly-fastened, swot.
All of my essays were in on time and my friends acted the same as I did. Perfect little teachers-pet swot, Amelia. Or Mia, as I was known then.
Third year was the year things changed. I was still a swot for the most part, maybe even more than I was in first and second year. For my thirteenth birthday, my friend, Aleksandra Young, got me a chess set. Needless to say, I was amazing at the game. I was an impressionable girl, and wanted to know if I could control people the way I did my little chess peices. It worked. It's always how it works, isn't it? A child with their chess board, wanting to take over the world. I was just another child, with another chess board.
Really, it was fourth year when I became a bitch and a slag. I had a sudden growth spurt and my clothes were a lot shorter and tighter. I liked the way it looked, so I stayed that way. I became the ice-hearted slaggy bitch that everyone knows and loves. Except probably not the loves part. Ah well. I got my fair share of shags that year, at least. Woo hoo! Erm... I'm not sure so many people would be saying that if they were in my position. Again, ah well.