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It was finally the Sunday of the Hogsmeade trip, and Jenna had finally accepted that I was going on a date. Of course that was not the case, and this was how I actually spent the day:
I had gotten up and taken great care to avoid Jenna that day, during which I took the drastic measure of eating breakfast in the kitchens. I will also include that I got a congratulations card from my Nana Molly for getting an internship at St. Mungo's during the coming Christmas break. There is probably nothing interesting about the fact that I got a card, other than the fact that it started belting out A Cauldron Full Of Hot Strong Love the moment it was opened.
The rest of day was included with me performing menial tasks such as painting my nails, cleaning around the dormitory, doing my laundry, and the like.
But on Monday when Jenna asked me how my weekend was, I was reminded of the fact that I was supposedly on date and that she expected me to spill. So spill I did.
"He was charming, you know. He was a real gentleman, and all." I said. "It feels like I've got a love and it's all mine."
"Okay, wait. So are you going to see him again?" Jenna asked; her interest clearly piqued.
"No." I responded, quickly making something up. I really needed to think these things through. "Nah, I'm really not. It was only one of those weekend things."
"One of those weekend things?"
"Yep." I replied, looking the other way.
"Whoa. Wait a minute." Jenna sounded excited, as if she had just gotten a sudden revelation. "You didn't have…Did you?"
"No." I near shouted.
"You liar! You totally lost your v-card to him." She said pointing a finger at me accusingly.
"No, I didn't. Jenna, I'm not that kind of girl." I protested.
"Yes, you did." Jenna was clearly refusing to listen to any of my protests. "Tell me everything." She demanded as she started pulling me toward one of the restrooms.
"Come on, Jen. Listen to me." I pleaded.
"I want every detail. Now, bitch." She pulled the both of us inside the restroom and closed the door.
"You know, you call me bitch a lot. It's not really a term of endearment." I said as I rubbed my arm where she grabbed it.
"I want every detail now." She said yet again ignoring what I was saying.
"You know , you're not really heading in the right direction—."
"Tell me." She shouted, cutting me off.
"Fine." I shouted right back, she wanted to hear something, I tell her the best lie she'd ever heard. "We did it."
"Yes. Finally." She squealed, pulling me in for a hug. "Now you're a super-slut like me." She added after she'd let me go.
"I don't think letting Peter McLaggen motorboat you behind Madam Puddifoot's really makes you a super slut." I said giving her a strange look.
"There were a lot of people walking past. Someone could've easily seen." Jenna argued. "Whatever, this isn't about me. It's about you. What did you let him do?"
I raised an eyebrow. Let the lie-feeding begin. "It was normal, y'know. Nothing freaky."
I don't know why I did it, maybe it was because it was the first time I'd ever felt superior to Jenna. I just started piling on lie after lie. It was like playing Exploding Snap.
"—and we had candles, but they were sexy. You know, those kind." I said as Jenna nodded enraptured.
Suddenly a girl walked out of one of the stalls, looking pointedly at me as she washed her hands.
"What are you looking at Sister Christian?" Jenna snapped.
"Oh nothing, just a pair of admitted whores." She replied airily, as she walked out of the restroom.
Denise Camden; secretary of the Slug Club, chairman of Yule Ball dance committee, and President of the Cross Your Heart club, a club dedicated to shoving their beliefs down people's throats'.
Last year's cause celeb was the changing thestrals that pulled the carriages. Apparently thestrals were a sign of the devil.
This year, Denise had a new cause celeb. Any guesses who it was? Me.
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