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Chapter 2: Happiness is the result
My head weights like ten times its size. My eyes are still shut and it doesn't look like I will open them sometime soon. And I won't even speak of my stomach. It reacts only by hearing its name.
Worst thing about being heartless? Hangovers.
I'm serious.
I trudge my feet to the bathroom and empty the content of my stomach in the toilet. Better. Much better. I take a shower and as I do so I take a look at the mirror.
"Do I look too wasted?" I ask.
"Not really miss. What happened? Usually we don't have the pleasure of meeting you so early in morning." Ok, hate to break it to you but my mirror is a prat.
"I would answer to you but now that I think of it you're only a piece of glass." Have you heard how mirrors think so highly of themselves? Like they play an important role in our lives and all? Well, if this mirror keeps bugging me I will give him a depression to remember.
"Now , miss Weasley you shouldn't be mean to me just because you didn't find yourself a boyfriend last night." I glare at the furniture for a while and then make a dismissive move with my hand.
"I won't even bother. You are a furniture remember?" I slam the door behind me.
I am late for class and I got noone last night.
I mean I got noone to sleep with. And it is all the masked man's fault. If he didn't stare at me all night things would have been much better. I do hope I never see him again. I hope he never shows in 'Flash' for the second time.
"Miss Weasley. Late again." Crap.
"I'm sorry Professor Atkins." I say faking a sweet voice.
I sit in my seat next to Mad Crabb. In case you haven't noticed I have Transfiguration with Slytherin.
"Well, done Mister Malfoy, your rat already turned into a vase." As I was saying… Transfiguration with the Slytherins.
"Can anybody tell me the kind of flick that is required for such a transformation?" Asks the old man and I raise my hand quickly. Unfortunately Malfoy mimics my move and now there are two hands up in the air. Always the same situation. My brains against his.
So naturally, I win.
"Miss Weasley?" Bingo!
"Up a centimeter, then left for a bit more and finally back up." I turn slowly with a victory smile on my face to see Malfoy's disappointed one. But he fails me. He avoids my gaze and concentrates on his quill. Coward.
"Hey, Wes, heard you got a royal hangover from yesterday but no guy. Is that true?" The bastards. They told him.
"Unlike you Mad, that got laid by your imaginary friend the other day." Hah! Like he can compare to me.
"I could have better luck if you took me with you." I stare at him questioningly.
"You'll have to earn that." I whisper.
"Something in mind?" He asks playfully.
"Come and meet me after class in the old Potions room." I wink as I say it.
He nods. The jerk. I'm so gonna play with him.
oOo
Old Potions' room. After class.
"So would you like to tell me Wes what you've got in mind?" Sure I will.
"Well, you'll have to prove yourself worthy of my trust." I make a circle around the guy as I say this.
"Meaning?" Hohoho. Wait and see.
"You know it is possible that we're gonna get caught someday or get in trouble in a club or something equally dangerous?" He nods. Good.
"Well, I have to be sure you won't do something stupid in such a case." I look at him with a detective's eye.
I raise my wand and shout .
"Sectumsempra" He looks at me dumbfounded but as soon as he realizes I am testing him he remains frozen to the spot and trembling a tad. Oh, how cute! A little brave boy. Uncle Harry would have been thrilled.
"Sorry. I can't take you." I tell Mad after some moments.
"What? Why? I didn't jerk out." I smile a devilish smile. He is so terribly stupid.
"Exactly!" I exclaim amused.
"I'm not testing you for Dumbledore's Army man I'm testing you for midnight excursions in Hogsmeade. You're supposed to run!" I raise a hand exasperated at his foolishness.
But I drop it immediately. The door lock turns and before I know it there are three of us in the room.
And guess who the third uninvited member is. Use your imagination. Think the worst think that could have happened.
Ok, I admit it the worst would have been McGonagall but yeah…the second worst.
Malfoy!
"What's going on in here?" Prat , prat , prat. He rests his bloody grey eyes on me. Prat, prat, prat.
"I caught Crabb here snogging Melissa Carlton." I reply quickly. Hah…lame . Like Mad could ever snog her. But anyway.
"And I guess this hole in the wall is caused by them snogging?" Oh, why don't you just get lost Malfoy?
"No idea. I've heard though that he is quite a kisser." I say sarcastically.
"And where is Melissa?" Malfoy asks.
"I send her away cause I wanted to talk to Crabb." I explain. If he thinks he will beat me in this lie game then he is so mistaken.
"So that's why I saw her in the Great Hall ten minutes ago." Smart arse.
"Yes." I say daringly.
"Ok, then talk to him." I raise an eyebrow to this. Why can't he just accept he is defeated?
"Actually I said what I had to." I make my way out of the room but before I close the door and leave the two idiots behind me forever I hear Malfoy whispering to Mad.
"Are you ok?" Grr, he is such a saint. I hate him.
He who had the best potential of becoming a heartless has chosen to be nice and obedient. Sheep.
He could have become my partner. He is clever enough, witty and really devious if he wishes to. But he chose Al.
Al, as in my cousin Albus Potter. Another Slytherin and Malfoy's best mate.
Making the world a better place they are.
Enough with those two unimportant brats though. I have more important things to do now.
"Hey, Riel! Friday , 'Flash'?" I heard yesterday that there will be a graduation party there in the end of the week. College guys , firewhiskie and stuff. All in all something I cannot miss.
"Can't do Wes." What? Crap…
"Damn it Riel, why?" He looks at me apologetically. Do I look like I care he is sorry?
"I've got a date with Lottie Zabini." So what? Rearrange. It's not like she's going somewhere.
"The slut?" Riel graces me with an indignant glance.
"Look who's talking!" He does have a point there somewhere.
"I am and proud of it. So will you ditch her and come with Rett and myself?" He shakes his head. Idiot!
"Whatever." I am going anyway.
oOo
Half-past twelve. Friday night. 'Flash'. Without Riel.
Tonight is gonna be my night. I can already imagine kissing that blonde over there. I wink at him and he smiles. He's not particularly tall just a few inches taller than myself but after ten firewhiskies it won't be a problem.
Rett is already in his fifth shot and he is dancing on his own. Ridiculous.
Most important rule about getting wasted?
Never do it alone.
"A round of firewhiskies." I tell the barman. Seems to me like a déjà vu.
I take the drinks and head to the blonde.
"Care to spare a drink on me?" A somewhat familiar voice says.
Oh, no! The masked man.
"Erm… no!" I exclaim and then try to ignore his tall figure and pass him by.
"Girls usually like it." He points out . Is it me or did he just quote my line from last time? Hmm…
"Well, I don't." I think that had been his reply.
"Fair enough." He smirks. I send him a disapproving look . Haven't I mentioned how I hate smirks?
He seems to get the message cause the smirk falls from his face quickly.
Ok, fine I guess for both our sakes I could have a truce.
"Here" I say and hand him a drink , which he empties in his throat in zero time.
"So who's tonight's target?" He asks suggestively.
"This blonde over there." I reply easily. He has proved from last time that he is not interested so why lie?
"You're into blondes?" And what may be the purpose of this question?
"Not really, but he seems adequate." I search his masked face for a sign. Nothing.
"So am I, you know." I hear him whisper a minute later. Now that was a bad idea.
In a place like this whispers are a bad idea. Especially when you sit next to the stereo.
"What?" I scream his way. Of course I know what he said but he deserves to be humiliated a bit for what he did last time.
"No-nothing." He answers. Coward.
"Ok, then I should be going." Or, not.
Before I take one step away from him he grabs my hand and pushes my back.
"Let go of me you jerk." I hiss.
"Why don't we sit over there for a while?" I widen my eyes as much as I can, as he drags me to the bar and sits me in a seat. The guy's mental.
"You are mental." I say angrily.
"Probably." The masked man admits and my interest rises.
"So what's your name?" I ask abruptly. Let's just make the best out of it then.
"Why do you bother asking? You know I'll lie to you anyway." I cross my arms and stare challengingly.
"I do know , but since you plan on ruining my night I'll have to call you somehow." He seems to enjoy listening to my answer as much as I enjoy saying it.
"Deal, then call me…" He searches the place with his eyes.
After some moments his gaze falls on an old stained painting that was created by someone called –if my vision is still working- Airell Ursh.
"Call me Air." He finally says.
"And you can be…" Hey! Why does he get to choose my name? I will protest…
"Myra." Ok, I won't protest. It is a nice name and if I am not mistaken it is taken from muggle literature. Interesting.
"Myra? Like the girl from Fulke Greville's poem?" He laughs. I think it is the first time he attempts something other than a smirk.
"The same one." I stare for a second. Reading muggle poems are we?
"A wizard who likes muggles. You are a peculiar sight." Laughs again.
"You don't look like a muggle hater yourself." Well, isn't it normal seeing as I am a half-blood?
"Now there you are wrong. I make no distinctions. I hate everyone the same." I drink another shot as I say this.
"So why do you wear a mask?" He has a thing for stupid questions hasn't he?
"Because it makes my hair look nicer." I say sarcastically.
"Then it really works." Is he kidding me? It was a joke. Ok? A joke!
"And why do you wear yours?" I can't help it but ask. Weirdest thing about stupid questions?
They are somehow contagious.
Once someone asks one everybody think they are obliged to prove that they too are capable of such high levels of stupidity. I never thought I would end up in such a situation. Being tipsy doesn't help either.
"My reason is rather boring I think. It's just that I don't want to be recognized you see." I place my hands on my hips. Very clever.
"Have you escaped Azkaban or something?" Long shot there.
"Nah… I am hiding alright, but I escaped from nowhere. You see I was skipping school and sneaking out at night doing all sorts of crazy stuff. So my family and friends found out and now I am on the run." I stand up immediately. Danger is on the air.
Air? Funny.
"Wait, wait. I was just joking." I give him a killing look.
"Are you playing with me? Describing my life and all?" He grabs my arm. He's making a habit of it too.
I try to free myself but it is impossible.
"If you think I am one of those little girls that do whatever they are told then think again, Air. I can hex your brains out if I want to and I certainly will. So let go of my hand. Now." I can be scary if I wan to. Trust me. I might be slightly short and small but there's nothing weak about by hexing skills.
"I was just guessing. Don't get mad." He tries to sooth me. I hesitate a bit but then again. What the fuck? I can handle him.
"Fine then mastermind, you got me. I am the forever condemned daughter who escapes reality to live a few wild moments. Happy now?" I feel sarcasm dripping from my teeth, my face , my whole person actually. He gives me another shot.
"I am happy, yes. You on the other hand…" Excuse me? Is he playing it physiologist or something?
"I am great. That's the life I want to have." I point the floor with my finger.
"This is no life." He whispers.
"It is fun." I suggest.
"There are more important things in life than happiness." Now that's a funny thought. I used to believe that happiness was our target.
"I beg to differ. Isn't happiness what we fight for?" I declare more than ask.
"For the most of us, yes. But I disagree." Strange.
"How?" I ask.
"Happiness should be the result of our actions not their motive." Merlin. It's like I am talking to a philosopher. Crap, I don't need this now.
"Ok, Plato." I try to contain my laughter.
"Laugh all you want Myra. But I am correct." I stand up again still chuckling my eyes off.
"I think not. And just so that I can prove it to you… I will ask you to dance with me. And the only reason I do it is cause it makes me happy." He does not protest. In fact he seems more willing to dance than the last time.
"Now the only reason I agree to dance with you is cause I want to be nice. I don't do it for happiness." He points out.
"Oh, please don't be nice. I hate nice people." He ignores my comment. He only catches me from behind and moves my body together with his.
Soon I am resting my head on his chest and I feel absolutely relaxed. The firwhiskie burning my insides and his hands holding my waist. I will never admit it to him but it feels even better than kissing the blonde.
"See? I was just being nice when I came to dance with you and you know what? Now I am happy. Happiness is the result." He tickles my ear with his breath.
I want to shove him away from me. Punch him in the face for being such a smart-arse.
But I do neither.
Happiness is the result huh?
That I cannot accept.
Being the self-respective heartless that I am.
And with that thought in mind I keep dancing across him.
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