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*** All Natural Angels ***
** Chapter four **
"Halloween is next week! NEXT WEEK PEOPLE!" Jasmine cried out in happiness. "I can't wait, I can't wait!" the four girls are on their way to Divination, which was taught by Professor Brown. The girls finally reached the trapdoor, which was the entrance for the classroom.
"Did you know that all of the seven years Harry Potter attended Hogwarts not one of them had a normal Halloween feast, but the following year after he graduated, Halloween was once again normal." stated Leila as they took their seats nearby the front of the room.
Tess rolled her eyes. "You've got to stop reading 'Hogwarts: In The Time of The Boy Who Lived'. All this extra info is going to make my head spin!" Jasmine laughed.
"Maybe that is why she is reading it!" she told Tess, who in return playfully smacked her on the head. Jasmine rubbed the place where Tess's hand met her head.
Jasmine was about to yell at Tess when Marisa silenced her. "Shh! Professor Brown is here!"
"Before we begin today's lesson, Headmaster Dumbledore requests your presence, Miss Llave." The young professor told Leila in a professional voice. "Here is a pass." She handed Leila a piece of parchment witch included the password to his office.
Leila looked back at Tess, Marisa, and Jasmine who mouthed 'don't worry!' She smiled and left the classroom.
"Now today's lesson is going to be about tea leaves. Now turn your books to page 24 and there would be a step-by-step lesson on how to do the process. I will be coming by shortly to see the progress." Prof. Brown may be the real deal but she very lazy.
After a 20 or so minuets the young seer walked by everybody's tea cups to see what it says. When she came to Alexis she said that she would get a good grade soon, which would be good considering that she has no good grades. Same thing with Alexandria but it somehow included fashion.
Deborah's tealeaves mention some kind of love interest and Monica's said that her health would get better, she as a horrible cold by the way. Chris's leaves foretold that the person he likes will return his feelings but not so soon.
Marisa's was something about an unexpected visitor and Jasmine's was about something precious to her breaking. Tess did hers wrong so there was nothing to read.
"Very good, now I want an essay about the history of tea leaves to foretell the future. The parchment should be one 1/3 ft long. It is due on our next class. "
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"Monica! Come quick!" Deborah pulled her best friend out of the couch. "What?" she asked as she closed her book.
"Its Leila! I found her on her bed crying! Crying!" she said franticly "Come on! She won't speak to me! You got to help!" Monica became alert and followed Deborah to their room. There on her bed laid Leila, curled up in a ball. Crying.
Monica walked over to her side. "Leila? What's wrong? Leila?" she shook her. No reaction. She still cried. "Deborah? A little help?"
Deborah sat on the floor right next to her bed. "What happen? What went on in the Headmaster's office? Leila? Stop crying please!"
She wiped her tears and began to talk. "M-my parents came over. They w- wanted to resort me."
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Flashback
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"Sour Punch." The gargoyle statue opened and Leila walked up the staircase. She knocked on the door and waited to be allowed in. Once she heard the muffled 'come in' she turned the knobbed and was welcomed be the sight of three people, Dumbledore and...
"Mother? Father? What are you doing here?" She looked at her parents.
"Remember we said that we will be coming here to resort you?" her father said coolly. Leila remembered and took a seat in between her mother and father. The old headmaster smiled at her and then turned to her parents. "Mr. Llave, Mrs. Llave. Are you sure that you want to do this. The Hat did place her in that house so-"
"We are sure, Professor Dumbledore." Her mother cut him off.
"But does your daughter want to be resorted?" he asked her parents but looked at Leila. She didn't reply.
"Of course she wants to be resorted!" Leila's mother answered for her. "Why would she want to stay in a House like Slytherin?!" she continued. Still Leila sat there. Not saying a word, not standing up for what she really wants. She was being the proper lady her parents raised her to be.
"Okay then." Dumbledore then took the Sorting Hat. He gave Leila a sympathetic look and placed the Hat on her head.
'Back again. Huh?' the Hat's voice entered her head once more
'Yeah, can you please sort me to my rightful house?' Leila asked the Hat.
'Why? I already did that on the first try!
'What?'
'You belong in Slytherin! You are smart enough to be in Ravenclaw but to outgoing. You are friendly enough to be a Hufflepuff but you got brains! You are loyal just like a Gryffindor but because of how you were raised you don't really stand up for your self in front of you family so you aren't brave enough.
'So I sorted you into Slyhterin. If I placed you in any other House you would have never reached your full potential, so that is why I placed you in...'SLYTHERIN!''
Leila took off the hat, finally understanding why she was sorted in to that house and feeling good. But sadly she was greeted by one disappointed face and once angry 'how can you ever call your self my daughter' face. And those faces belong to her father and mother.
"Slytherin?!" Leila's mother shrieked. "That house? A Llave in the same house as He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named!" her father gave her the same disappointed look but this time his face made her feel more like the failure she is.
Her father stood up shook his head. He said something, and Leila caught it. "Is this even my own child?" he placed his cloak on his shoulder and said he will wait for his wife outside. He left without saying goodbye to Leila.
When he left Leila's mother glared at her. "I should of known that you are a dark witch. You are the reason why my only son died. Consider yourself no longer part of the Llave family." She then followed her husband.
Dumbledore looked at one of his brightest students since Hermione Granger. "I'm terribly sorry..."
"No, sir. Its okay. It is not your fault." She told her Headmaster. 'It is all mine...' she thought.
Dumbledore sighed and started to write on a piece of parchment. "I am excusing you from your classes of tomorrow. You are in no mental condition to-"
"No, I need to study. I need my books..." her voice wandered off. "May I leave, Headmaster?" Dumbledore looked at the weak spirited girl. He nodded. She got up but just as she was about to open the door he stopped her.
"If there is anything, anything, Miss Llave, that you need please tell me or the staff, considering what has happen, think of us as your new family."
"Thank you, Headmaster." She closed the door behind her and made her way to the place that caused all of this, her House, Slytherin, her new home.
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End of flashback
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Monica and Deborah stared at Leila. Deborah's eyes began to get watery. This is her friend; no way is she going to let her own blood treat her like that. "Monica, Deborah?" Leila's voice was soft but her friends can still hear her. "Please get Jasmine, Marisa and-"
"Don't worry, I'm on my way." Monica stood up and left to get Leila's three best friends. When Monica entered the Slytherin common room Chris came up to her.
"Is something wrong with Leila? I heard that she is crying." He looked worried.
"Yeah. Some family issues." She said as she made her way to the exit.
"Is there anything I can do to help?" he asked. Monica stood at the doorway. "Yeah, be a good friend and you better have one comfortable shoulder." She left Chris standing there and went towards the Gryffindor house. Then she realized something; she doesn't know how to get into the house.
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"Yo! Tess! Marisa! Jasmine!" the girls, who are stilling on a couch by the fireplace turned to see second year Andrea. "Some Slytherin girl by the name of Monica is standing outside. She says that she needs you three to come with her. Some kind of emergency."
The minuet the girls heard the name Monica they knew something must be up with Leila. They stood up and ran to the portrait yelling a thank you to Andrea who bowed in return.
Monica turned when she saw the girls come out of the portrait of the Fat Lady. "Come quick!" the black haired girl told them. "Its Leila. She is having a mental breakdown! Hurry! She needs you guys!"
The four girls then rushed to the Slytherin House. She told them to wait outside to make sure she can sneak them in but came out telling them that Deborah took Leila to an empty classroom so it would easier for them to meet.
When the entered the classroom they saw Deborah staring at Leila who has stopped crying. She seated her self at the darkest corner of the room and was staring off into space.
Marisa ran up to Leila and hugged her. Tess slowly walked up to her depressed friend, not knowing what to do because she has never been in this kind of situation. Jasmine stood a good few feet away for she has never seen Leila so worn out looking and so sad that is scared her to even look at her.
Marisa started to cry, she didn't know why, but to see her friend in a state like this made her feel depress. She hugged Leila, who didn't even responded to this human touch. The room became silent. Everyone either felt awkward, sad, confused or all of those. Then a small voice broke the through the thick fog called silence.
"I don't want to be the reason why your tears fall, Marisa." The Canadian looked at Leila and wiped her tears.
"What is wrong with her?" Jasmine asked after Leila broke the silence. Monica looked at her feet. So Deborah spoke. "Her family disowned her." The girls looked at their friend in shock. But the one that got hit the most was Marisa. 'First my brother; then my friend. What ever happen to a happy family?'
"Oh Jesus." Marisa said out loud as she pulled Leila into another hug, which she didn't react to again. She just sat there, like a perfect doll.
'Why are they crying for me? Why is Marisa hugging me? Why is Tess standing over us wiping her tears from her eyes? Why does Jasmine's eyes look watery and why does it also look confused? Why is Deborah and Monica's face stained with tears? Are those tears for me? Or are those tears for them selves? Do they really care for me that much?'
'See? Because you are sad you have just made your friends sad! You are the center of their grief. You killed your brother, you broke the family tradition, and you have caused your friends to worry over you. You are the center of your family's and friend's pain.' The nagging voice told her.
'I am? Am I really the cause of all of this?'
'Yes you are. It is all your fault.'
"Its all my fault." Leila whispered to her self, but because Marisa is still hugging her she was able to hear it. Marisa stood up. "Please, Leila. Don't go and blame your self..." Leila's head then went back. Her hands gripped her head as if it was on fire.
"IT'S ALL MY FAULT! I AM THE CENTER OF MY FAMILY'S AND FRIEND'S PAIN AND ANGUISH! I'M SO SORRY! I'M SORRY! OH GOD I'M SO SORRY!" Her head then fell into her hands. She then sat there, silent, her head in her hands, like the doll that she grew up being.
Both Marisa and Tess stepped back. Deborah covered her ears, for these words were harsh. Monica closed her eyes and sat on the floor. Only Jasmine walked up to the frayed child. "Its not your fault that your family doesn't see such a lovely child. Your are not the center of my pain or suffering. I hate to see you like this so hurry up and smile so we can pull of some great pranks together!"
Leila look up at her friend, her eyes were asking for forgiveness. "Jasmine, I'm so sorry-"
"I said to stop blaming your self! God damn it! Sorry for what? You've done nothing wrong! Now stop effing around! Get a hold of your self!" she yelled at her in frustration, she almost had enough of Leila's weak attitude.
Leila stood up and embraced Jasmine. "Thank you." she said she smiled at her. "Happy? I'm smiling!" But before she could do anything else she was then attack by a group hug.
'Pretty nice façade you've got going, Leila. I wonder how long you can keep it up.'
'As long as I need it to survive.' She told the voice in her mind.
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"Now, Miss Roy, tell me about the War of 1812?" Professor Weasley asked the half asleep Italian girl.
"Uh... it was a muggle war... uh... Andrew Jackson used magic during the New Orleans battle in 1815... I think. Oh! And Tecumseh's wand broke and without it he died...uh... yeah."
Weasley (or Ginny) looked at her sleepy student. "That will do...but it is not good enough! That is strike one!" she looks and Marisa who looked back at her with fear in her eyes. "Miss Green!" Alexis looked like as if death just greeted her and Marisa looked relieved.
"Tell me the two important results of the Goblin Rebellion in 1662!"
"I... uh... they wanted more pay and welfare?"
"WRONG! Strike two! Mr. McDigger! Tell me-"
* RRIINNG! *
The history teacher sighed. "That bell saved you guys from another pop quiz! Well remember to study your notes and terms five minuets each tonight, maybe ten each if you been slacking, or else there is a pop quiz in your so soon future!" she yelled at her students as they hurried out of the classroom.
Ginny sat her chair and placed her legs on her desk. "Ah, kids these days..."
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"Man, History of Magic maybe a boring subject but man is professor Weasley hard!" exclaimed Chris as he sat next to Leila for another one of their study sessions.
Leila gave him a soft smile. "Yeah but I heard she is way better than the old one who taught during her day. The only interesting thing about him is the fact that he was a ghost, but HoM was boring when he was the teacher of the classroom!" Chris laughed.
"What happened to him?" he asked Leila wanting to know why the ghost teacher wasn't at the school anymore.
"Well I heard that two years ago he found out that he is dead, or was it how he died, but he disappeared. And that's that. Now do you have your trans. Book?" he nodded and took it out of his book bag. "Okay, we might have a pop quiz tomorrow so lets hit the books! We've got two and a half hours before dinner begins!"
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Two hours later
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"Okay, I guess we have just covered last week, this week, and next week's lesson..." Chris said as he massaged his hands. Leila closed her books.
"We've got 28 minutes before dinner, want to head out now or in ten minutes?" Leila asked her 'student'.
"In ten, Kay?"
Leila placed her quills back into her bag. "Sure, Chris." Now the evil awkward silence came. Chris looked at Leila.
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Flashback from two days ago
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"Is something wrong with Leila? I heard that she is crying." He looked worried.
"Yeah. Some family issues." She said as she made her way to the exit.
"Is there anything I can do to help?" he asked. Monica stood at the doorway. "Yeah, be a good friend and you better have one comfortable shoulder." She left Chris standing there and went towards the Gryffindor house
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He looked at her. 'She has beautiful eyes, haunting yet playful.' He taught. 'But recently, they look sad, maybe it has to do with the family issues.'
"Leila?" she lifted her head off the library table. "What?" she asked him.
"Are you all right? Cause you look sort of distant lately." 'Yet pretty.' He thought to him self.
"Family issues." She told him in a neutral tone.
"Is everything alright back at home?" he asked her not knowing that his questions where going to deep.
"No. Come on, it is almost dinner." He nodded. As they stood up their hands brushed against each other. The both blushed but they didn't see each other's face.
"Chris! You forgot your quill!" Leila told him as she reached over to get his quill, but just as her hands touched the pen so did Chris's hands. They looked up at each other. Leila's face was slightly pink but Chris's face was a bright red.
"Opps! Sorry!" they said at the same time.
"H-heres your pen." Leila handed him the quill.
"T-thanks, Leila." He told her as he took it from her. "Uh, right... To the Great Hall!" he said, as they existed the library.
"To dinner!" Leila exclaimed as she pointed to one direction.
"Uh, Leila. The Great Hall is that way." He informed her by pointing the opposite direction. She scratched her head. "Uh I knew that!" and so the two left to go eat some delicious food.
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A/N: ow... my hand hurts... to. Much. Typing. Well I am just getting over a fever or something. :: Blows nose:: ah, much better... well please review and vote on a name! PLEASE! And you will receive and thank you card made out of buttermilk pancakes! I would also like to note that NO ONE in this story is a homosexual. They are ALL heterosexual!
The way I had Ginny act in class, as a teacher, is the way my Social Studies teacher teaches, please note that I am in 8th grade. Every night my teacher requires that we study our notes and terms five minutes each, and every once and awhile he checks to make sure that we are studying. He ask a meaning of a term or a question from our notes, he ask three people (his targets are the ones who don't pay attention) and if three didn't get it he gives us a pop quiz, even on terms and notes from LAST semester! So far my class only got three pop quizzes so far, 1st period has have ten already! But still History is my favorite subject and he is a GREAT teacher! In my opinion one of my best teachers so far!
The Reviewer (review 1)- thanks for being my one and only reviewer! :)
The Reviewer (review 2)- there will be some HUGE argument but that wont happen until fifth, sixth, or seventh year.
The Reviewer (review 3)- well the story is basically about four girls (Tess, Jasmine, Marisa, and Leila). All of them have some horrible, sad, and/or traumatic past that will resurface in their years at Hogwarts. This story is practically about the strength of friendship and confronting your demons of the past! Man, that sounded gay... but oh well. So what's the name you've got in mind? I have to know! Well thanks for your support!
-LaLa_the_Panda
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or and song/ quote that I might use. They belong to their respective owners/ creators, which by the way is not I. But I do own any OC characters and the plot...so DON'T STEAL EM'!
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*** All Natural Angels ***
** Chapter four **
"Halloween is next week! NEXT WEEK PEOPLE!" Jasmine cried out in happiness. "I can't wait, I can't wait!" the four girls are on their way to Divination, which was taught by Professor Brown. The girls finally reached the trapdoor, which was the entrance for the classroom.
"Did you know that all of the seven years Harry Potter attended Hogwarts not one of them had a normal Halloween feast, but the following year after he graduated, Halloween was once again normal." stated Leila as they took their seats nearby the front of the room.
Tess rolled her eyes. "You've got to stop reading 'Hogwarts: In The Time of The Boy Who Lived'. All this extra info is going to make my head spin!" Jasmine laughed.
"Maybe that is why she is reading it!" she told Tess, who in return playfully smacked her on the head. Jasmine rubbed the place where Tess's hand met her head.
Jasmine was about to yell at Tess when Marisa silenced her. "Shh! Professor Brown is here!"
"Before we begin today's lesson, Headmaster Dumbledore requests your presence, Miss Llave." The young professor told Leila in a professional voice. "Here is a pass." She handed Leila a piece of parchment witch included the password to his office.
Leila looked back at Tess, Marisa, and Jasmine who mouthed 'don't worry!' She smiled and left the classroom.
"Now today's lesson is going to be about tea leaves. Now turn your books to page 24 and there would be a step-by-step lesson on how to do the process. I will be coming by shortly to see the progress." Prof. Brown may be the real deal but she very lazy.
After a 20 or so minuets the young seer walked by everybody's tea cups to see what it says. When she came to Alexis she said that she would get a good grade soon, which would be good considering that she has no good grades. Same thing with Alexandria but it somehow included fashion.
Deborah's tealeaves mention some kind of love interest and Monica's said that her health would get better, she as a horrible cold by the way. Chris's leaves foretold that the person he likes will return his feelings but not so soon.
Marisa's was something about an unexpected visitor and Jasmine's was about something precious to her breaking. Tess did hers wrong so there was nothing to read.
"Very good, now I want an essay about the history of tea leaves to foretell the future. The parchment should be one 1/3 ft long. It is due on our next class. "
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"Monica! Come quick!" Deborah pulled her best friend out of the couch. "What?" she asked as she closed her book.
"Its Leila! I found her on her bed crying! Crying!" she said franticly "Come on! She won't speak to me! You got to help!" Monica became alert and followed Deborah to their room. There on her bed laid Leila, curled up in a ball. Crying.
Monica walked over to her side. "Leila? What's wrong? Leila?" she shook her. No reaction. She still cried. "Deborah? A little help?"
Deborah sat on the floor right next to her bed. "What happen? What went on in the Headmaster's office? Leila? Stop crying please!"
She wiped her tears and began to talk. "M-my parents came over. They w- wanted to resort me."
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Flashback
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"Sour Punch." The gargoyle statue opened and Leila walked up the staircase. She knocked on the door and waited to be allowed in. Once she heard the muffled 'come in' she turned the knobbed and was welcomed be the sight of three people, Dumbledore and...
"Mother? Father? What are you doing here?" She looked at her parents.
"Remember we said that we will be coming here to resort you?" her father said coolly. Leila remembered and took a seat in between her mother and father. The old headmaster smiled at her and then turned to her parents. "Mr. Llave, Mrs. Llave. Are you sure that you want to do this. The Hat did place her in that house so-"
"We are sure, Professor Dumbledore." Her mother cut him off.
"But does your daughter want to be resorted?" he asked her parents but looked at Leila. She didn't reply.
"Of course she wants to be resorted!" Leila's mother answered for her. "Why would she want to stay in a House like Slytherin?!" she continued. Still Leila sat there. Not saying a word, not standing up for what she really wants. She was being the proper lady her parents raised her to be.
"Okay then." Dumbledore then took the Sorting Hat. He gave Leila a sympathetic look and placed the Hat on her head.
'Back again. Huh?' the Hat's voice entered her head once more
'Yeah, can you please sort me to my rightful house?' Leila asked the Hat.
'Why? I already did that on the first try!
'What?'
'You belong in Slytherin! You are smart enough to be in Ravenclaw but to outgoing. You are friendly enough to be a Hufflepuff but you got brains! You are loyal just like a Gryffindor but because of how you were raised you don't really stand up for your self in front of you family so you aren't brave enough.
'So I sorted you into Slyhterin. If I placed you in any other House you would have never reached your full potential, so that is why I placed you in...'SLYTHERIN!''
Leila took off the hat, finally understanding why she was sorted in to that house and feeling good. But sadly she was greeted by one disappointed face and once angry 'how can you ever call your self my daughter' face. And those faces belong to her father and mother.
"Slytherin?!" Leila's mother shrieked. "That house? A Llave in the same house as He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named!" her father gave her the same disappointed look but this time his face made her feel more like the failure she is.
Her father stood up shook his head. He said something, and Leila caught it. "Is this even my own child?" he placed his cloak on his shoulder and said he will wait for his wife outside. He left without saying goodbye to Leila.
When he left Leila's mother glared at her. "I should of known that you are a dark witch. You are the reason why my only son died. Consider yourself no longer part of the Llave family." She then followed her husband.
Dumbledore looked at one of his brightest students since Hermione Granger. "I'm terribly sorry..."
"No, sir. Its okay. It is not your fault." She told her Headmaster. 'It is all mine...' she thought.
Dumbledore sighed and started to write on a piece of parchment. "I am excusing you from your classes of tomorrow. You are in no mental condition to-"
"No, I need to study. I need my books..." her voice wandered off. "May I leave, Headmaster?" Dumbledore looked at the weak spirited girl. He nodded. She got up but just as she was about to open the door he stopped her.
"If there is anything, anything, Miss Llave, that you need please tell me or the staff, considering what has happen, think of us as your new family."
"Thank you, Headmaster." She closed the door behind her and made her way to the place that caused all of this, her House, Slytherin, her new home.
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End of flashback
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Monica and Deborah stared at Leila. Deborah's eyes began to get watery. This is her friend; no way is she going to let her own blood treat her like that. "Monica, Deborah?" Leila's voice was soft but her friends can still hear her. "Please get Jasmine, Marisa and-"
"Don't worry, I'm on my way." Monica stood up and left to get Leila's three best friends. When Monica entered the Slytherin common room Chris came up to her.
"Is something wrong with Leila? I heard that she is crying." He looked worried.
"Yeah. Some family issues." She said as she made her way to the exit.
"Is there anything I can do to help?" he asked. Monica stood at the doorway. "Yeah, be a good friend and you better have one comfortable shoulder." She left Chris standing there and went towards the Gryffindor house. Then she realized something; she doesn't know how to get into the house.
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"Yo! Tess! Marisa! Jasmine!" the girls, who are stilling on a couch by the fireplace turned to see second year Andrea. "Some Slytherin girl by the name of Monica is standing outside. She says that she needs you three to come with her. Some kind of emergency."
The minuet the girls heard the name Monica they knew something must be up with Leila. They stood up and ran to the portrait yelling a thank you to Andrea who bowed in return.
Monica turned when she saw the girls come out of the portrait of the Fat Lady. "Come quick!" the black haired girl told them. "Its Leila. She is having a mental breakdown! Hurry! She needs you guys!"
The four girls then rushed to the Slytherin House. She told them to wait outside to make sure she can sneak them in but came out telling them that Deborah took Leila to an empty classroom so it would easier for them to meet.
When the entered the classroom they saw Deborah staring at Leila who has stopped crying. She seated her self at the darkest corner of the room and was staring off into space.
Marisa ran up to Leila and hugged her. Tess slowly walked up to her depressed friend, not knowing what to do because she has never been in this kind of situation. Jasmine stood a good few feet away for she has never seen Leila so worn out looking and so sad that is scared her to even look at her.
Marisa started to cry, she didn't know why, but to see her friend in a state like this made her feel depress. She hugged Leila, who didn't even responded to this human touch. The room became silent. Everyone either felt awkward, sad, confused or all of those. Then a small voice broke the through the thick fog called silence.
"I don't want to be the reason why your tears fall, Marisa." The Canadian looked at Leila and wiped her tears.
"What is wrong with her?" Jasmine asked after Leila broke the silence. Monica looked at her feet. So Deborah spoke. "Her family disowned her." The girls looked at their friend in shock. But the one that got hit the most was Marisa. 'First my brother; then my friend. What ever happen to a happy family?'
"Oh Jesus." Marisa said out loud as she pulled Leila into another hug, which she didn't react to again. She just sat there, like a perfect doll.
'Why are they crying for me? Why is Marisa hugging me? Why is Tess standing over us wiping her tears from her eyes? Why does Jasmine's eyes look watery and why does it also look confused? Why is Deborah and Monica's face stained with tears? Are those tears for me? Or are those tears for them selves? Do they really care for me that much?'
'See? Because you are sad you have just made your friends sad! You are the center of their grief. You killed your brother, you broke the family tradition, and you have caused your friends to worry over you. You are the center of your family's and friend's pain.' The nagging voice told her.
'I am? Am I really the cause of all of this?'
'Yes you are. It is all your fault.'
"Its all my fault." Leila whispered to her self, but because Marisa is still hugging her she was able to hear it. Marisa stood up. "Please, Leila. Don't go and blame your self..." Leila's head then went back. Her hands gripped her head as if it was on fire.
"IT'S ALL MY FAULT! I AM THE CENTER OF MY FAMILY'S AND FRIEND'S PAIN AND ANGUISH! I'M SO SORRY! I'M SORRY! OH GOD I'M SO SORRY!" Her head then fell into her hands. She then sat there, silent, her head in her hands, like the doll that she grew up being.
Both Marisa and Tess stepped back. Deborah covered her ears, for these words were harsh. Monica closed her eyes and sat on the floor. Only Jasmine walked up to the frayed child. "Its not your fault that your family doesn't see such a lovely child. Your are not the center of my pain or suffering. I hate to see you like this so hurry up and smile so we can pull of some great pranks together!"
Leila look up at her friend, her eyes were asking for forgiveness. "Jasmine, I'm so sorry-"
"I said to stop blaming your self! God damn it! Sorry for what? You've done nothing wrong! Now stop effing around! Get a hold of your self!" she yelled at her in frustration, she almost had enough of Leila's weak attitude.
Leila stood up and embraced Jasmine. "Thank you." she said she smiled at her. "Happy? I'm smiling!" But before she could do anything else she was then attack by a group hug.
'Pretty nice façade you've got going, Leila. I wonder how long you can keep it up.'
'As long as I need it to survive.' She told the voice in her mind.
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"Now, Miss Roy, tell me about the War of 1812?" Professor Weasley asked the half asleep Italian girl.
"Uh... it was a muggle war... uh... Andrew Jackson used magic during the New Orleans battle in 1815... I think. Oh! And Tecumseh's wand broke and without it he died...uh... yeah."
Weasley (or Ginny) looked at her sleepy student. "That will do...but it is not good enough! That is strike one!" she looks and Marisa who looked back at her with fear in her eyes. "Miss Green!" Alexis looked like as if death just greeted her and Marisa looked relieved.
"Tell me the two important results of the Goblin Rebellion in 1662!"
"I... uh... they wanted more pay and welfare?"
"WRONG! Strike two! Mr. McDigger! Tell me-"
* RRIINNG! *
The history teacher sighed. "That bell saved you guys from another pop quiz! Well remember to study your notes and terms five minuets each tonight, maybe ten each if you been slacking, or else there is a pop quiz in your so soon future!" she yelled at her students as they hurried out of the classroom.
Ginny sat her chair and placed her legs on her desk. "Ah, kids these days..."
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"Man, History of Magic maybe a boring subject but man is professor Weasley hard!" exclaimed Chris as he sat next to Leila for another one of their study sessions.
Leila gave him a soft smile. "Yeah but I heard she is way better than the old one who taught during her day. The only interesting thing about him is the fact that he was a ghost, but HoM was boring when he was the teacher of the classroom!" Chris laughed.
"What happened to him?" he asked Leila wanting to know why the ghost teacher wasn't at the school anymore.
"Well I heard that two years ago he found out that he is dead, or was it how he died, but he disappeared. And that's that. Now do you have your trans. Book?" he nodded and took it out of his book bag. "Okay, we might have a pop quiz tomorrow so lets hit the books! We've got two and a half hours before dinner begins!"
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Two hours later
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"Okay, I guess we have just covered last week, this week, and next week's lesson..." Chris said as he massaged his hands. Leila closed her books.
"We've got 28 minutes before dinner, want to head out now or in ten minutes?" Leila asked her 'student'.
"In ten, Kay?"
Leila placed her quills back into her bag. "Sure, Chris." Now the evil awkward silence came. Chris looked at Leila.
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Flashback from two days ago
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"Is something wrong with Leila? I heard that she is crying." He looked worried.
"Yeah. Some family issues." She said as she made her way to the exit.
"Is there anything I can do to help?" he asked. Monica stood at the doorway. "Yeah, be a good friend and you better have one comfortable shoulder." She left Chris standing there and went towards the Gryffindor house
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He looked at her. 'She has beautiful eyes, haunting yet playful.' He taught. 'But recently, they look sad, maybe it has to do with the family issues.'
"Leila?" she lifted her head off the library table. "What?" she asked him.
"Are you all right? Cause you look sort of distant lately." 'Yet pretty.' He thought to him self.
"Family issues." She told him in a neutral tone.
"Is everything alright back at home?" he asked her not knowing that his questions where going to deep.
"No. Come on, it is almost dinner." He nodded. As they stood up their hands brushed against each other. The both blushed but they didn't see each other's face.
"Chris! You forgot your quill!" Leila told him as she reached over to get his quill, but just as her hands touched the pen so did Chris's hands. They looked up at each other. Leila's face was slightly pink but Chris's face was a bright red.
"Opps! Sorry!" they said at the same time.
"H-heres your pen." Leila handed him the quill.
"T-thanks, Leila." He told her as he took it from her. "Uh, right... To the Great Hall!" he said, as they existed the library.
"To dinner!" Leila exclaimed as she pointed to one direction.
"Uh, Leila. The Great Hall is that way." He informed her by pointing the opposite direction. She scratched her head. "Uh I knew that!" and so the two left to go eat some delicious food.
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A/N: ow... my hand hurts... to. Much. Typing. Well I am just getting over a fever or something. :: Blows nose:: ah, much better... well please review and vote on a name! PLEASE! And you will receive and thank you card made out of buttermilk pancakes! I would also like to note that NO ONE in this story is a homosexual. They are ALL heterosexual!
The way I had Ginny act in class, as a teacher, is the way my Social Studies teacher teaches, please note that I am in 8th grade. Every night my teacher requires that we study our notes and terms five minutes each, and every once and awhile he checks to make sure that we are studying. He ask a meaning of a term or a question from our notes, he ask three people (his targets are the ones who don't pay attention) and if three didn't get it he gives us a pop quiz, even on terms and notes from LAST semester! So far my class only got three pop quizzes so far, 1st period has have ten already! But still History is my favorite subject and he is a GREAT teacher! In my opinion one of my best teachers so far!
The Reviewer (review 1)- thanks for being my one and only reviewer! :)
The Reviewer (review 2)- there will be some HUGE argument but that wont happen until fifth, sixth, or seventh year.
The Reviewer (review 3)- well the story is basically about four girls (Tess, Jasmine, Marisa, and Leila). All of them have some horrible, sad, and/or traumatic past that will resurface in their years at Hogwarts. This story is practically about the strength of friendship and confronting your demons of the past! Man, that sounded gay... but oh well. So what's the name you've got in mind? I have to know! Well thanks for your support!
-LaLa_the_Panda