Angeline-Chapter 5

During my sprint for life, I finally found the Fat Lady and whispered "Montresor" she gave me a sleepy smile and said "For the love of God" I slipped into the common room and stoked the fire, deciding it took too long I whispered "incendio" and a fire burst to life in the dormant hearth. sitting in front of the fire, i finished all the essays due and began to take notes on the next topic Professor Binns would cover, the Goblin Wars, part one. I groaned as the book listed names and dates endlessly, at this rate, I thought, I won't be finished until after Halloween! I soon heard a commotion coming from the boys side of the dormitory, it was George and Fred, arguing over witch one to debut first, puking pastels, fever fudge, or their newest bloating beans. I sighed and said "you know, you could just do a triple debut, therefore getting three times as many customers at once." a look of understanding crossed their faces in unison and they came over and hugged me, saying "if your hair was lighter,"
"and your eyes a bit bluer"
"you could be a Weasley!"
I laughed and shoved their arms away, I then gathered up my stuff and curtsyed to them, causing the kings if jokes and pranks to GIGGLE. That made my day, well night, I grinned and slipped into our dormitory, a girl named Riley snored (or at least pretended to) and Aaron (her parents expected a boy) was watching some chick flick on her iPhone, Hermione reading and Pavarti and Lavender where gossiping. Everything fell silent when I walked in, embarrassed I walked to my trunk with my head down and pulled out my night shirt and the only pair or short shorts I will ever own. I changed quickly and got in my bed. Aaron and Riley got out of theirs and walked over to mine, leaning against the bedposts nonchalantly, but I knew they where going to say something wrong, that they will regret, when I get angry something happens, my voice gets scratchy and sounds like a banshee's and everyone covers their ears and yells for me to stop. That is why I rarely speak, I don't want to scare people away from me, make them think I'm different, that I don't belong. I even scare myself. I turned on my side and tried to ignore the menacing figures at my bedside. Aaron spoke first:
"we hear you in the night, Angeline, how you want your mother and how much you wish your father WASN'T KILLED BY GRINDILOWS!" the final words where spat, full of hatred. Lavender and Pavarti looked on, stifling laughs. Riley added the final insult "we know you are a lesbian" deathly emphasis was placed on that last, false word. I shook my head violently muttering "you're lying about everything, in not homosexual and my father is alive he will come find me. I swear he will, whether it be in this life or the next." I wanted to yell at them terribly, but i turned off the lights in the rooms by saying "nox Maximus" ending the conversation, leaving the two bullies to stumble back to their beds.
Lying in darkness, I told myself they where desperate to find something to see me squirm, but what I'd they whee right about my father, I thought it over and shook my head. Pulling the drapes around the bed, I got out of it and pulled up a floor stone that led to the kitchens. I liked the kitchens, not because of the food, but the elves, they are so dutiful, loyal, and innocent. It was a beautiful thing to watch.
When I walked in, a small elf walked up to me and pulled me down to her level, and whispered in a feathery voice "pretty girl come every day like her Daddy.". I looked into her clear blue eyes in disbelief. Another elf, presumingly her mother, pulled the smaller elf aside and was about to give her a good tongue lashing, ink remedy beside the older elf and said "it's fine, I like to hear about my father, did you know him?"
The elf nodded and said "he come every day, then he found pretty lake-girl and they had baby-you. Then, master Charles killed by sea monsters when saving your life" the elf hurried away muttering that she said too much. The blue eyed elf threw her arms about my neck as I wiped my eyes, trying to compose myself enough to face the other house elves.
Then a hand rested on my shoulder I looked up and saw the professor smiling in a melancholy fashion and whispered something to the house elf who got some tea. There was only one cup on the tea when the elf brought it I raised my tear rimmed eyes inquisitively and the professor poured it and offered me the cup I took it and nodded my thanks. He sighed, sounding almost as exasperated Ginny was on the boats to the castle. I smiled in a sideways fashion and asked "what's on your mind, professor?"
The white bearded professor shook his head and smiled as well. I sipped my tea and thought about how different it was to sweet tea that was from back home. That is the foster home in South Carolina. I soon realized that the tea was too sweet for British tea, it was in fact bittersweet. My eyes widened and u turned to the professor. I believe my face said it all. The headmaster said "you will thank me later" my eyelids grew heavy and they soon fell shut and blackness washed over me.

"Always."