Chapter Four


It's been two days since Alice had brought up the idea that a particular someone liked me more than one way. Of course I really didn't give it much thought after hearing so, but apparently it has caught up with me now.

"Is there anything I should know?" I asked Crystal after Alice had left for Gryffindor table, her sorted home. Dale, of course, wasn't around.

"What do you mean?" she asked as she placed her empty cup of Pumpkin juice back down.

"Like...something" I answered, trying not to be so blunt. Then again, it would have helped.

"Belle?" she said before picking up the cup again. "I don't know whether its me or not, but thi-"

"So when did you started calling me by that?" I asked her with a semiserious smile.

She shrugged as she placed the cup down. "Oh, I don't know. I just became bored calling you by your name" she replied with an amused look. "Is that what you meant?"

Before I could answer, I noticed that many of the students were leaving their table. Which meant that lunch has obviously ended. Which also means there's about five minutes before Transfiguration started.

"An owl heading this way" Crystal stated as she looked past me.

"What would an owl be do-" I was cut short as a large barn owl flew above us, dropping a large envelope. Which instead of dropping on an empty space, it had decided to topple the large pitcher of pumpkin juice standing before me. "Bloody hell!" I blurted as I quickly stood up from my seat to avoid getting soaked, only to notice that I was a bit too late.

"What a potty mouth you have there"

I ignored Crystal's comment as I stared down in disbelief at what I saw. Not only was the bottom half of my robe splattered with pumpkin juice, but my legs were practically soaked with it as well.

"Just GREAT" I exclaimed as I quickly took off my school robe. "Of all things, this has to happen" I said as I quickly looked over the table in search of something to clean myself with.

"The letter's for you though" Crystal said.

I just nodded angrily as I took the only thing that was dry, my school robe, and started patting down my legs with it. "ugh... I can't just sit in a two hour class being all sticky-like" I murmured.

"Well, why don't you just skip today?"

I quickly looked up at her, "Skip? Oh no" I answered as I quickly folded the robe, well as best as I could. "and we aren't going to be late either, lets go" I ordered as I picked up my school bag, and headed towards the Great Hall entrance.

We managed to arrive in class just seconds before Professor McGonagall was to close the classroom door, a signal that if you were to walk in late, you were going to get attention. But even though we weren't exactly late, we still got the attention. Of course I avoided the looks from the others until I reached my usual desk, while Crystal seemed to take her time.

"Now, will you all open your books to page..."

"Here's your letter" Crystal whispered as she slid the large envelope towards me.

I took the envelope and placed it between the parted pages as I placed my folded robe into my school bag. After doing this, I finally relaxed.

My curiosity has gotten the best of me, as usual, when I decided to find out what the letter was about. Inside the envelope was a colored photograph along with a written letter, all from Victoria.

The letter was about her training in the field of handling magical creatures in the northern part of France (I have no idea why she was studying over there and not here), how she was hoping I was enjoying my sixth year in Hogwarts and lastly, about her recent engagement to another wizard. The photograph was about them, and I could see that they were very much happy with one another. Of course she should be, she is engaged to be married to an equally attractive guy. Oh and not to mention that she's only eighteen and he's, from what I've been told, only twenty-two. Really, I don't get it. Nonetheless, I'm her sister and I should be happy for her. I am. I will.

After dinner, I decided to ditch my friends for the new mysterious stranger. Well, not necessarily ditch them but just to be away for a while. Oh, I suppose I am getting a bit carried away by this whole matter but it is that interesting though.

I took a quick shower before returning to the Common room, where I finally pulled out the letter from one of the books I had with me and began to read.

Well I learned about the "something simple being interpreted the wrong way" the hard way... Almost everything I say is interpreted the wrong way by people other than my close friends. Obviously, that is because they know me better but I guess I don't really care about other people interpretations about what I said. It is their choice to believe what they want to believe so...

Most of the things I say and do, stupid things, I never feel embarrassed about, but things that actually have a meaning, that's another story. I get so scared that I misinterpret what other people feel... It's a little nerve-racking, I guess... oh, well...

The only thing I can tell you about my day is that it sucked pretty badly. I broke up with my girlfriend, my ex-girlfriend (not the one I just broke up with) spend the whole day glaring at me for some reason, and my friends keep making bets about me. If I'm not careful I'll have to pay a hundred and fifty galleons each... and that is nothing compared to other bets.

My life has been kind of stupid lately, so I really have nothing interesting to say, well maybe except for 'nice try.' Do you actually think I'm going to give up my poem that easily? Ha! I want you to answer one question... Do you have a boyfriend? If not, well, get one because I want the poem to actually fit. Oh and by the way it's kind of pathetic but I don't think you'll find it pathetic. I got to go now because my friends are coming and I'll be teased for eternity if they find me writing a letter.

After I read the last two semi-paragraphs, I couldn't help but be amused that this letter was heading in a total different way. In other words, it was actually getting personal. This meant I knew what I was going to write about, so I took out a new piece a parchment and my quill, and began to write.

There it was, finished. Only this time it is an actual letter.

Like the last time, I managed to place the folded letter under the desk before anyone was to arrive. Thinking that I had gotten my away again, I casually walked out of the classroom. Only to accidentally bumped against Professor McGonagall.

"Ms. Rey, what a surprise to see you early. Considering how you practically arrived late last class session" she said as she adjusted her spectacles with her free hand. The other one, as before, was carrying a book.

I gave her one of my best smiles, "I… I just came here to check whether you needed any help of sorts" I quickly said, knowing well enough that the Professor wouldn't suspect anything.

"There's still ten minutes left of lunch..." she said as she looked into the room before turning back to me again. "So, if your offer is still open, why don't you drop by after dinner?"

"Certainly, I'll come by after" I replied as I slowly started stepping to the side.

"Oh and will you try to arrive a couple minutes early before six," she asked, "I'm asking you this because there'll be two students who'll be coming in for detention and I would like for you to get situated before they arrive"

I nodded, "I'll be here" with that she excused herself and so did I.

As I made my way down the hall, I finally realized who those two students might be that she mentioned. It was two classes ago, that Sirius and James gotten themselves detention for disrupting the class. And everyone knew that detention was served after dinner, a punishment for those of rude behavior obviously. So that meant that he'll be there.

Really, I wouldn't have mind helping her sort her stacks of parchments or whatever. But now, knowing that he'll be there, well, that would not really make the whole situation pleasant. But, why am I even worrying about this? It's not like he'll be watching or anything. Besides, he might have homework or sorts. How would I know? I've never had detention so I wouldn't know what was allowed and what was not. All I knew was that I'll be giving him some sort of impression of myself, and that is if I catch his attention.Which I doubt...

I'll absolutely never get tired of saying "Way to go, Prongs! Another detention to our long list!" It's the third day of detention and might I add it is absolutely and positively horrendous! I've never written so much in my whole entire life. It's as though all those years of not taking notes just fell on my head in large stacks… Yeah, that's pretty much it. Well, at least I can see if my little pen-pal wrote back. That would be nice; it would probably take the boredom and the headache away for a couple of minutes.

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Black," I heard McGonagall say, and boy she didn't sound very nice.

"I see that just as you're late for my class, you're late for detention," she said. I looked at James. He's said we had five minutes. I think one day I might actually punch him… not really but the mental picture is classic.

"Sorry, Professor," I muttered. She looked at us for a moment before letting us into our classroom. "Don't mind Miss Rey. She's just helping me, unlike you two, she is actually a good, detention free student."

I had the sudden urge to roll my eyes and bust out laughing.

"Teacher's pet," I muttered at James, who disguised his laugh with a cough. I looked over at "Miss Rey" and recognized her. She was from Hufflepuff and if I'm not mistaken friends with a girl I'm very much interested in flirting with…

The point is that she also took Transfiguration with me, and was not at all ugly. Just, not really my type.

When James was already situated at the other end of the classroom and McGonagall was immersed correcting papers I went to sit at the desk the letter always is, but I noticed Ms. Rey glance nervously. I shrugged it off and sat down, pretending to start doing my lines before I untapped the letter. I put it in my pocket and continued with my detention.

The girl left like twenty minutes before McGonagall let us off. I was actually kind of relieved since I could feel her eyes on me the whole time she was there. Unless McGonagall has a secret crush on me and that's why she always gives me detention… that thought gave me chills.

I was finally safely in my room, behind the curtains of my bed when I opened the letter.

You know, I'm quite the opposite of you. Any little stupid thing that I do or say actually makes me feel quite an idiot. Oh sure, I suppose I should laugh once in a while at my stupidity but eh.. well, lets just say that it isn't necessarily expected from me. Then again, I've never taken that role... On the other hand, I don't even try to interpret what the other person is doing or have said. Mainly so because well, I might interpret it wrong. Honestly, I prefer it when a person can be blunt about it. It saves time.

So you have broken with your girlfriend? That's interesting. So your ex-girlfriend is mad at you? That's twice as interesting. Why would she be mad at you anyway? Could it be that you just dated one after the other? If that's it, well, it might be understandable... then again, it might not be. Why would your friends be making bets on you? Of course, that's none of my business, but I just find your whole situation... Well... Amusing in a way.

You think your life has been stupid lately? I don't know about that, but I certainly had a ridiculous day today. This owl delivered a letter to me at the end of lunch time (which isn't the norm, as you would know), had dropped the envelope on a large pitcher of pumpkin juice and literally spilled it all over my lap and legs! After that, I had to spend practically half of my day all sticky like, and honestly, that's not a good feeling. Thank goodness girls aren't required to wear pants or my situation might have been quite different... As for the envelope, it was from my sister. Telling me that she was engaged and all, at the age of 18. From now on, if I were to get engage, it would have to be after 18... Yes, I'm not crazy and/or stupid.

Oh for crying out loud! You aren't going to give me the rest of the poem just because I don't have a boyfriend? And even though I don't have one, I should just 'get one'? I don't know about you, but I just cannot go up to some random guy and ask him like that. Really, don't be mean now.

I laughed quietly when I finished reading the letter. It was getting kind of personal now, but I didn't really care

I sneaked out of the dormitory under James' invisibility cloak and almost got caught by McGonagall herself when I was going out of her classroom after taping the letter under the desk. I'd never spent so long holding my breath, I swear. Oh, well, at least I didn't get more detention…

A/N: So sorry for my lack of updates... I blame my laziness... also my mother for cutting off my internet access for over two weeks. Anyway, here it is and expect a new chapter soon as it is already written and revised.