Hi anyone who's reading this! Teagan here giving you another insight into my own life through my fan fiction. Alright so today (April 16, 2004) I was a contestant on my school's version of the old MTV show Singled Out. The most popular guy in school was the one choosing and guess who won? Oh, yeah, I did that's right! I've never won anything in my life…thanks a lot Bebie :-[. But anyway here's Singled Out…Hogwarts style.
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Singled Out…Hogwarts StyleChapter One- Tickets
"Alison, I solemnly dare you to buy a contestant's ticket to this year's Singled Out," said Cora McMillan to her completely shy best friend. "Merlin, no! Don't you know Harry Potter is the chooser? He's a seventh year! He's head boy to boot! I'm just a fifth year…and I'm not even in his house!" Alison's cries were unheard to Cora and the rest of their friends as they sat at the Ravenclaw table in the great hall to their lunch. Cora's twin Vic piped into their conversation, "Li, just do it, you know you're dying to date Potter…no matter how ashamed your big brother would be." Alison glowered at him. "Don't bring Blaise into this! Just because I'm his sister doesn't mean I have to conform to the stupid pranks he and Draco pull on Harry! I swear if that were true could I ever have made prefect? I don't think so!" All her friends backed off and didn't say another word about it through lunch.
Their next class was transfiguration. Though Alison excelled at this subject, she feared Professor McGonagall. She took her seat and started talking quietly with the twins and their other friend Jasmine. "Where were you at lunch Jazz? You should have seen how upset we made Ali here! We've dared her to be a contestant and she freaked out!" Vic was blabbering on and on while Alison sat and took her notes. She didn't know why she put up with friends who were so mean to her at times. They said it was all in fun and deep down she knew it. She was only really upset because she knew they were right. "Will you guys give it a rest? So I don't want to be on a silly game show. It has nothing to do with Harry…maybe I just don't like the way they portray women." Professor McGonagall cut off her conversation. "Miss Zabini, Miss Hamilton, Miss McMillan and Mister McMillan, would you all silence yourselves and continue your assignments please? Five points each from Ravenclaw house for disruptions to the class."
"I can't believe her! I was finished with my work thank you all very much! I understand you guys, but me? I hate her!" Alison looked like she could kill. "Calm down there, sweetie! I thought you liked McGonagall and anyway what's the big deal? It's not like we've never lost points before. Oh, I know what it is. This is called prefect angst. It happens right around OWLs to prefects who are really stressed out. They get all edgy and lose their senses of humor. Poor Alison's gone mad!" Alison was furious. "Shut the hell up Jasmine! I'm so sick of your crap it's not even funny. I do not have prefect angst…you three just bother me to near death sometimes!" She stormed away from her dumbstruck friends to find her big brother.
"Blaise, I need to talk to you, now." Alison looked close to tears. "What's the trouble little sister?" Blaise smiled up at her and she wiped her eyes. Even if her brother hated her crush, he loved her very much. "How do you deal with friends who won't shut up and leave you alone?" Alison asked him and he laughed a bit. "Have you ever met Draco, Ali?" She rolled her eyes, "Of course I have retard!" He smiled, "well then you know that I understand. What are those nimrods bugging you about this time? Did Vic call me gay again?" She swallowed hard and breathed deeply, "No, it's just that they're daring me to be a contestant on Singled Out…for Harry Potter." She whispered this in his ear and his eyes lit up. He looked over at her and smiled. "Why do all the pretty girls get cast under that guy's spell? Damn I wish I had that sort of power. I know I tease you about it all the time but Harry's not actually that bad a guy. If you want them to shut up you should just do it. You know you want to. Just make sure it's on your terms. Don't just do it because it's a dare. Do it because you want to." She smiled appreciatively, "Thanks flamer that helped a lot." He stuck his tongue out at her, "T'was not a problem, great princess, for I love thee dearly!" "Love you too, geek. See you at dinner." They laughed and Alison left feeling a little more confident.
At dinner she took her seat in beside Jasmine and looked over at the twins. "I'm doing it. After we eat, I'm going to buy myself a ticket and I'm going to try to win a date with Harry Potter." Everyone giggled. "That's so awesome sweetie! You're gonna do so good!" Jasmine couldn't resist the urge to correct Cora, "She'll do well, Cora." Vic had to be valiant and protect his sister. "Shut up, Jasmine, if you're so smart, how come you're not the prefect? More to the point, are we in class? I don't think so. Back off. Alison, you are so sure to win. You and Harry would make such a cute couple too…not half as cute as the one he and I would make but that's a whole different…" "…Dream? Fantasy? Unreal world? Honestly, Vic, in what world is Harry Potter gay?" All three of the girls looked inquisitively at him, genuinely wanting the answer. "Harry Potter is so gay! He's never had a girlfriend, he hangs out with Neville, the biggest homo in Gryffindor, and he showers with all those boys after Quidditch practice. What about that sounds hetero? None of it thanks very much. Harry Potter is a indubitably a homo." They all laughed. "If you're done with your nightly rant, I'll be buying my ticket now," Alison said as she made to leave the table. All her friends gave her thumbs up as she made her way up to the ticket booth.
When she got to the head of the line, she ran into her archenemy, Pansy Parkinson, who was selling tickets. "I'd like a contestant's ticket please," she said resisting the urge to spit right it Pansy's face. Pansy got an evil look in her eye. "To whom should I make it out?" She asked in mock innocence. "Me thanks, Pansy, and might I say that your dog mask is really good. Wait, is that really your face?" Alison could tell that Pansy wanted to hit her. "You're not serious about this are you? I mean, Harry could have any girl in the school he wanted. What makes you think that you could win ugly fat ass? Do you own a mirror? Harry's too good for you." Alison grabbed her ticket before Pansy could write her name down but a different voice beckoned her back.
She turned around slowly to the booth. Hermione Granger was standing there with the quill waiting to take her name down. She calmed down a bit and went back over. Hermione smiled kindly at her. "Don't pay any attention to her, she's just upset because Harry turned her down a bunch of times." Alison laughed, "Who's the female chooser? I never heard." Hermione looked at the list. "Hannah Abbott is. She's really gotten popular these last few years. What year are you in?" She smiled again. "I'm a Ravenclaw fifth year. You're friends with Harry aren't you?" Alison asked shyly, making Hermione laugh. "Yeah, we're best of. He's a good guy, don't be nervous." Hermione could see the worried look on Alison's face. "Do you want to come back here and help me sell for a while? I could use the company if you're not too busy." "Sure," Alison said, "I'll be right back though, I have to let my friends know."
Alison liked Hermione and they talked about a lot of different things. She learned all kinds of things about Harry to help her out in the game. When she finally left, her and Hermione hugged and swore to talk again. She went up to the Ravenclaw common room to find all her friends asleep. She started thinking about what Pansy had said. She'd never really thought she was ugly. Sure she was chubby (her parents said it was baby fat but at 15 and a half, she didn't feel much like a baby), but she still didn't think she was ugly. Her blonde hair swept her shoulders and framed her face well. She had green eyes that were always half behind her long bangs. "Pansy is the one who looks like a dog," she told herself. She decided to stop worrying about it and get ready for the big show tomorrow.