I actually wrote this story sometime last year, when I was feeling bored in a long car ride. *nods* A few new characters here. Hope you bear with them; I don't normally like to make new characters! For this, I got my inspiration from the trials and tribulations of a certain emotional friend of mine, made into a fanfiction about Harry Potter. *nods* Enjoy!
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Chapter One
The Great Hall in the morning is a fascinating sight. It is noisy, chaotic, lively, cheerful ... everything at once. If you come especially early you could catch up with the scholarly people like Hermione taking advantage of the peace and quiet of the Hall in the morning to study. If you come a bit later, you can see the Hall filling up slowly with people of all shapes and sizes. If you come even later than that you can catch the Great Hall in various states of chaos. If you come extremely late you will find the Great Hall empty.
The neatest table by far is nearly always the Slytherins'; they are too busy plotting some evil scheme to make any large movements or make any large, noticeable movements. Well, at least not on the table anyway.
The next quietest one is probably Hufflepuffs'. This is probably because everyone is eating. You can't do much when you are eating. Well at least if you are not Dudley Dursley.
After that would be the intelligent Ravenclaws. The girls are always giggling on this table. If not they are generally rather well-behaved, if not boisterous.
Our story begins at the noisest table this morning: The Gryffindors'. No, we are not going to talk about the Troublesome Three, Harry, Ron and Hermione today. We instead are going to focus on a more lonely corner of the Gryffindor breakfast table. A person currently in her third year in Hogwarts. A lone figure sits, quietly stirring a cup of tea. No one notices her this morning; she is quiet. All is still with this young girl.
She sighed deeply. Her world was bland and tasteless this morning. Her spoon hit the side of the cup as she stirs, clanging loudly. But she doesn't hear a thing.
Nearby our Three Main Characters erupt in loud laughter as Fred and George have just played a prank.
The girl stared at them rather bleakly. "If only, if only," she sighed to herself, still stirring her cup of tea.
This girl's name is Jiakang. She has a very big Best Friend problem, having so many potential best-friends but having none who would agree. Well, none who would agree when she asked them in her head. She still had not plucked up the courage to talk to any of them yet.
She watched the laughing Hermione and Ron rather sadly.
"I WISH I HAD A BEST FRIEND!" she cried to the ceiling which is bewitched to look like the sky. But no one heard her cries.
Suddenly a girl slipped in beside her. This new girl has eternally messy hair, very crooked teeth and a poison pen. She aspired to be the next Rita Skeeter, just minus the Quick Quotes Quill and the Animagus bit. Her brain, she felt, was far better than the Quick Quotes Quill, the little egoistic twit. But she certainly did not hope to become a beetle in a bottle. This new girl is called Shaway; she is extraordinarily lazy, and thanks the gods daily for the Accio charm.
"Hi Jiakang!" grinned the new girl. "Accio Loaf of Bread!"
The loaf of bread came soaring towards her, knocking over a few people's goblets.
"Oh! Sorry! Sorry!" gasped Shaway as a few people sent hexes her way, all missing, thankfully.
Jiakang sniffed. A tear rolled down her cheek, and splashed into her tea, which she was still stirring.
"Oh! Jiakang! Are you alright???" yelped Shaway, alarmed, "I'm so sorry about the loaf of bread! I should have just gone to take it myself! I must have given you such a fright! Did any of the hexes hit you?" she cast a mean glance at the people who had tried to hex her.
Jiakang shook her head sadly. "Nah," she choked. "I'm - I'm fine."
Laughter erupted from the Famous Three Main Characters again.
"I just - I just -"
Shaway glanced at Jiakang's cup of tea, which Jiakang was still stirring very quickly.
"Drink that," she said hastily. "Or it will turn cold..."
Jiakang took a sip of her now freezing tea, and choked.
"It's SO COLD," she whined, "and so bland!" Her eyes began to fill with tears again.
"Okay, okay, don't cry Jiakang, don't cry, don't cry - ACCIO HOT WATER JUG!" exclaimed Shaway hastily, sticking out her wand.
The hot water jug soared towards her, but it stopped short a few inches and spilled quite a lot of hot water on the arm of the girl next to her.
"ARGH! SHAWAY!" screamed the girl, who turned around furiously.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry Parvati!!!" cried Shaway, taking the jug sheepishly and adding more hot water to Jiakang's tea.
Jiakang stared at her cup of tea quietly. Tears were rolling off her nose and splashed into her cup of tea.
"Oh, I really have to practice my Summoning Charms!" cried Shaway, now nearly on the verge of tears. "I'm terrorising everyone with it! Now I shall go away before I create any more trouble. Finish your cup of tea, dear, you'll feel better!"
With that Shaway melted away back into the dormitory.
Jiakang sniffed heavily, now alone once more.
"I am alone," she thought. "No one will be my best friend. Aaaaaaaah!"
"I AM ABOUT TO CRY," announced Jiakang so loudly the entire Great Hall turned around to look at her. "WHO IS WILLING TO OFFER ME THEIR SHOULDER?"
The Great Hall emptied so fast there was a stampede.
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Chapter One
The Great Hall in the morning is a fascinating sight. It is noisy, chaotic, lively, cheerful ... everything at once. If you come especially early you could catch up with the scholarly people like Hermione taking advantage of the peace and quiet of the Hall in the morning to study. If you come a bit later, you can see the Hall filling up slowly with people of all shapes and sizes. If you come even later than that you can catch the Great Hall in various states of chaos. If you come extremely late you will find the Great Hall empty.
The neatest table by far is nearly always the Slytherins'; they are too busy plotting some evil scheme to make any large movements or make any large, noticeable movements. Well, at least not on the table anyway.
The next quietest one is probably Hufflepuffs'. This is probably because everyone is eating. You can't do much when you are eating. Well at least if you are not Dudley Dursley.
After that would be the intelligent Ravenclaws. The girls are always giggling on this table. If not they are generally rather well-behaved, if not boisterous.
Our story begins at the noisest table this morning: The Gryffindors'. No, we are not going to talk about the Troublesome Three, Harry, Ron and Hermione today. We instead are going to focus on a more lonely corner of the Gryffindor breakfast table. A person currently in her third year in Hogwarts. A lone figure sits, quietly stirring a cup of tea. No one notices her this morning; she is quiet. All is still with this young girl.
She sighed deeply. Her world was bland and tasteless this morning. Her spoon hit the side of the cup as she stirs, clanging loudly. But she doesn't hear a thing.
Nearby our Three Main Characters erupt in loud laughter as Fred and George have just played a prank.
The girl stared at them rather bleakly. "If only, if only," she sighed to herself, still stirring her cup of tea.
This girl's name is Jiakang. She has a very big Best Friend problem, having so many potential best-friends but having none who would agree. Well, none who would agree when she asked them in her head. She still had not plucked up the courage to talk to any of them yet.
She watched the laughing Hermione and Ron rather sadly.
"I WISH I HAD A BEST FRIEND!" she cried to the ceiling which is bewitched to look like the sky. But no one heard her cries.
Suddenly a girl slipped in beside her. This new girl has eternally messy hair, very crooked teeth and a poison pen. She aspired to be the next Rita Skeeter, just minus the Quick Quotes Quill and the Animagus bit. Her brain, she felt, was far better than the Quick Quotes Quill, the little egoistic twit. But she certainly did not hope to become a beetle in a bottle. This new girl is called Shaway; she is extraordinarily lazy, and thanks the gods daily for the Accio charm.
"Hi Jiakang!" grinned the new girl. "Accio Loaf of Bread!"
The loaf of bread came soaring towards her, knocking over a few people's goblets.
"Oh! Sorry! Sorry!" gasped Shaway as a few people sent hexes her way, all missing, thankfully.
Jiakang sniffed. A tear rolled down her cheek, and splashed into her tea, which she was still stirring.
"Oh! Jiakang! Are you alright???" yelped Shaway, alarmed, "I'm so sorry about the loaf of bread! I should have just gone to take it myself! I must have given you such a fright! Did any of the hexes hit you?" she cast a mean glance at the people who had tried to hex her.
Jiakang shook her head sadly. "Nah," she choked. "I'm - I'm fine."
Laughter erupted from the Famous Three Main Characters again.
"I just - I just -"
Shaway glanced at Jiakang's cup of tea, which Jiakang was still stirring very quickly.
"Drink that," she said hastily. "Or it will turn cold..."
Jiakang took a sip of her now freezing tea, and choked.
"It's SO COLD," she whined, "and so bland!" Her eyes began to fill with tears again.
"Okay, okay, don't cry Jiakang, don't cry, don't cry - ACCIO HOT WATER JUG!" exclaimed Shaway hastily, sticking out her wand.
The hot water jug soared towards her, but it stopped short a few inches and spilled quite a lot of hot water on the arm of the girl next to her.
"ARGH! SHAWAY!" screamed the girl, who turned around furiously.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry Parvati!!!" cried Shaway, taking the jug sheepishly and adding more hot water to Jiakang's tea.
Jiakang stared at her cup of tea quietly. Tears were rolling off her nose and splashed into her cup of tea.
"Oh, I really have to practice my Summoning Charms!" cried Shaway, now nearly on the verge of tears. "I'm terrorising everyone with it! Now I shall go away before I create any more trouble. Finish your cup of tea, dear, you'll feel better!"
With that Shaway melted away back into the dormitory.
Jiakang sniffed heavily, now alone once more.
"I am alone," she thought. "No one will be my best friend. Aaaaaaaah!"
"I AM ABOUT TO CRY," announced Jiakang so loudly the entire Great Hall turned around to look at her. "WHO IS WILLING TO OFFER ME THEIR SHOULDER?"
The Great Hall emptied so fast there was a stampede.