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I couldn't believe that I fought a Spish. With Jazmine and a pair of scissors. Jazmine proved to be a great fighter, leader, and person; she's always been a kind person to people, and to me; even though we weren't exactly friends.
"Get his back!" Jazmine yelled to me.
"I can't reach it!" I responded, busy fighting the Spish's front left leg.
In the corner of my eye, I could Jazmine beginning to climb the Spish's right back leg. I heard the Spish make an ungodly noise, and assumed that it was because Jazmine had done something to it.
"ELI!" Jazmine screamed, "DUCK!"
I didn't question anything, not a single time she yelled something out to me. I guess I thought that Jazmine was the leader of this situation, considering the fact that she found the Spish first.
"Thanks for the warning," I called out to me as he sliced off the first leg with his scissors.
"You're welcome," she answered quickly; holding onto the Spish's gills, "we've got to hit it's eyes!"
"Why?" I quickly responded, slicing off the Spish's fourth leg on his side.
"Because it's eyes can see everywhere, without it's eyes, the Spish can't do anything!" She said, her voice containing a slight 'I-know-everything-you-don't' attitude.
"I'm trusting you on this, Jazmine!" I snapped. Breaking my favorite pair of scissors in two, "I promise you, if I die, I will come back to haunt you!" I quickly maneuvered my way through the legs, stood in front of it, and chucked the scissor pieces at it's eyes with amazing aim. The scissors each hit an eye, causing a high pitched screech that shattered every glass thing near it, before it exploded into blue goo.
"I always knew they were real and that they exploded into blue goo," I heard Jazmine mutter, "but did I have to run into one in my favorite leather jacket?"
"Y-you believe in myths?" I stuttered.
"Yes, I believe in myths; I also believe in magic, unicorns, and aliens. I believe in Roman and Greek mythology, and hope that on my eleventh birthday I get my letter from Hogwarts," Jazmine snarled, "I thought that you were a good person, a nice person, but obviously, I was wrong."
"No! I didn't mean it like that, I promise," I called out to her as she started stormed away.
"And how did you mean it?" She yelled angrily, "I've had enough of all the insults and teasing, and to get it from someone who I, for once, thought to be a fellow believer in all things that others don't, I could've sworn that you were. But, again, I was wrong."
"Please, let me explain," I begged, running after her, forgetting about saving my dignity.
"Fine," she snapped, turning around stiffly; her fiery hair flying behind her, "you have my undivided attention."
"I only asked you that because I thought that I was the only one in this blasted school that actually reads books and believes in this sort of… stuff," I terribly explained, my hands gesturing to her blue-goo covered jacket.
"I don't believe that," she responded angrily, "you're always surrounded by your little cronies and girlfriends."
"They aren't my girlfriends and my cronies as you so kindly put it," I said exasperatedly.
"Oh?" Jazmine asked, her voice dead. "Then what are they?"
"They are acquaintances," I answered matter-of-factly.
She giggled, "And why would you need acquaintances?"
"Just in case I need something," I answered in the same tone, smirking. "Am I forgiven?"
"Yes, you are," She answered with a chuckle, "but you have to earn my full trust back."
We started walking to our houses, talking the Hogwarts houses we'd be in and the people we thought would be friends, foes, and siblings. Surprisingly, Jazmine believed that she would be a Slytherin, Harry's twin sister, and already knew that her wand is sycamore, dragon heartstring, 12 ½ inches, and slightly springy. She was completely sure that she wouldn't like Ron, would tolerate Hermione and Ginny, be friends with Luna, Neville, Theodore, and I. Meanwhile, I believed that I'd be a Gryffindor, Ron's twin brother, think that my wand would be vine, phoenix feather, 10 ½ inches, and flexible. I also believed that I would have the same friends and foes as the Golden Trio, but Jazmine would still be a friend. We were opposites; there was no doubt about that. But I guess opposites attract.
