I couldn't believe it! The door hit me! I mean, I knew the door was evil but this? It's hurting my feelings. And Ginny is laughing?! Seriously, what delusional world are we in were I run into walls and doors…and that door so wasn't that close before I hit it. Has Hogwarts finally decided to conspire against me?
"Stop laughing, Gin. It's not funny. I think I should get my vision cheeked or something," I mumbled, rubbing my knee, which was really the only part of me (besides my toe) that the door had injured. Falling to the ground injured my butt, but that wasn't something I could blame on the door. "It's all the damn door's fault. Hmph."
"Oh, Malfoy. Do us all a favor and stop blaming inanimate objects." Why am I friends with her, again? Oh yeah, because she's sarcastic and a Weasly. And it's fun to talk boys with someone who isn't a boy. And she's Ginny, my long time BFF, and the first one that wasn't a boy. What I wouldn't do to be in the bliss of innocence again.
"I'm sorry. It's been drilled into me since childhood that I am a Malfoy and far superior to common things like doors and that because of that I should never blame my self, much less apologize to then like you often do." Which is true. Ginny has a fondness of apologizing to walls, and doors, and polls every time she runs into one. Though she never does if it's a person. I find this odd, especially since I'm just realizing this now. Why is that?
"I think I'm falling in love with Harry," Ginny blurted randomly as we made our way off of Hogwarts grounds and to the pond out by the Shrieking Shack. "And I'd like your advice."
"I thought you were always in love with Harry?" I questioned. It wasn't that hard to notice Gin's feelings for the boy over the years.
"I've always liked him, like crushed on him and such, but I'm starting to think it's more than that. Like how you felt—or feel—for Fred." That was reasonable. I was always one of the people that showed the major emotions they felt.
"Falling in love is like jumping off a very tall building. Your brain tells you that it's mot a good idea, that your going to get hurt, but all the while your heart is telling you that you'll fly. For me, it was like some force beyond nature pushed me off that building. Some might call it fate. Other's, like my brother, call it stupidity. But what ever it was made me fall hard and it made me fall fast. And I was lucky: Fred was there to catch me. But I sometimes wonder if I hadn't had that 'love at first sight' push, would I have fallen for Fred?" I commented, shinning the wisdom that my grandmother had gifted me with. "Gin, Harry has been waiting a year, maybe two for you to fall. So are you going to make the jump or are you going to let the opportunity pass you by?"
Ginny contemplated on what I'd told her for awhile. And after two minuets of silence, or at least I think it was two minute(it could have been less, but it just seemed to long not to be), I got tired of the silence. So I started quoting the best insight on wisdom that my grandmother ever gave me.
" 'Life is to short to wake up in the morning with regrets so love the people who treat you right and forget the ones who don't, and believe that everything happens for a reason. If you get a chance take it. If it changes your life, let it. Nobody said it'd be easy they just said it'd be worth it'." After saying that I felt better with that optimistic feeling I got when ever I said something that made me feel closer to my grandmother. I'm not an optimist though and normally optimists pissed me off but there is always exceptions to every rule like my grandmother, George…and Fred.
Personally, I'm more the type to take life as it is with the frequent pessimistic comment. Actually I don't see the glass half empty or half full, I see the possibility of getting some good ol' Nesley's chocolate milk.
"Where'd you learn that?" Ginny asked me.
"My grandmother. She died a couple days after we started first year. I basically grew up in her villa in Greece, with she and my grandfather, from the age of 6 months old to 6 years old with Eli. When my family moved after the funeral, I moved back in with her and my grandfather. I've spent almost every summer at their villa since I started Hogwarts. When Scorp was in Hogwarts and I lived here for the summer I'd always return to the villa when the summer ended. I guess you could call it my childhood home. Anyway, my grandmother was always trying to teach me to be a proper lady way back when. So when I was three and I had curls that started three inches from my roots, I cut every single curl off and made the top portion of my hair into a Mohawk with bangs. And because Eli's hair was done basically the same way, minus the bangs, people would mistake us of one another even though I weighed twenty pounds less and was a couple inches shorter. She stopped teaching me to be a proper lady and switched tactics. She instead taught me to act as a lady, all the while enjoying life. And then she'd teach me these little bits of wisdom, as if hoping that I wouldn't ruin my life by getting knocked up at a young age." And, again, I felt better. But half of it was only summed up.
"So that's why your hair was so short when I met you!" Ginny joked both of us laughing.
"Yeah. As I grew older, she taught me how to be a girl. She taught me how to enjoy the company of men and how to be their friend rather than their hoe. After I moved back, she had my hair cut short again as an honor to Eli. My grandfather started to teach me the roles of a man and how to hunt and such. It was like they wanted me to not only be myself but Eli as well. And for a while, I resented my twin until I realized that I could never resent Eli. That twins should never resent each other even when one is dead. But I haven't cut or morphed my hair that short since." Lies. My grandfather had done so much more.
Ginny gave me a sad look.
"It doesn't matter though. 'Yesterday's history, tomorrow's a mystery, but today is a gift. That's why they call it the present'. The most inspirational thing she taught me is what matters. What would you do if you knew you wouldn't fall? That is the question that I have lived by since I was five and I haven't turned my back on it," I babbled. "So, Ginny, what would you do if you knew you wouldn't fall?"
"You first."
"Fine. I would… I would walk on the tight rope without a net underneath, or swing form the highest trapeze. I'd lead the life everyone wants to lead with nothing to fall back on. I'd live the way I do now for the rest of my life and never change who I am. And now for you," I told my best friend.
"Who would you lead the life with?" Ginny asked, avoiding my previous question and glancing behind me.
"Ginny!"
"Who, Serenity?!" then she took a glace behind me
"Your brother," I said boldly with a strait face to which Ginny screamed.
"NOT RON! Hermione already has dibs!"
"Oh, god no! He'd lead me to homicide or worse, suicide! No I was thinking more along the lines of someone like George…"
"But Alicia—"
"Oh, shut it, already!" I then proceeded to take a glance at what Ginny had been turning her hand to look at. Bill, Charlie, and Fred. GINNY! "So what about you? Who would you chose?"
Ginny mumbled something under her breath. I put a hand to my ear and leaned closer. "Harry Potter," was said in barely a whisper. But I wouldn't let her get away with that. No she made fun of me, now I would make fun of her.
"Theodore Notts! You would chose THEODORE NOTTS!!! Ginny, why you bad little girl and to think you were just taking about being madly in love with Harry!" I screamed, laughing on the inside. Ginny moved her lips but I couldn't hear a sound. But I'd still us it to my advantage. "And now your saying Blaise Zabini! Or was it Vince Crabbe? Or Greg Goyle? GINNY! I thought we had this discussion! You are not to be a slut anymore! First Neville then Dean and Michael! Ginny, what am I going to do with you?!"
And with that I took off running for the pond as Ginny lunged at me and her brothers lunged at her. Take that Ginny!
"Gin, I'm sure your Gryffindor courage can save you!" I yelled over my shoulder. "Oh wait, neither of us have Firewhisky today! SORRY! SOL chicca."
I turned my Convers into ice-skates as my feet hit the ice.
After an hour Ginny was having a long conversation with her mother about boys and such, and Bill, Charlie, Fred, and George were watching me ice-skate. And then my phone rang and I knew exactly who was calling.
TO THE WINDOW
TO THE WALL
TO THE SEAT ROLLING DOWN MY—
I answered the phone before it could finish that sentence. Let's spare the unknowing wizards.
"Hello-o! Hercules, why are you calling me? Jason already called, then hung up on me before telling me anything. Who's going to be next? Perseus? Theseus? Or will it be Achilles?" I ranted, wiping a beat of seat off of my forehead.
"Oh, shut up already," my grand father told me laughing. "So let me guess, Jason is Jason, Zach is Hercules, Logan is Theseus, Lake is Perseus, and Shawn is Achilles. Am I right?"
"Yes, grandfather. I'm so sorry for thinking you were Herc—I mean Zach. But then again you are using his phone." I told him.
"How long has it been since you stopped calling each other by your real names?" he asked. The six of us (my boy friends in Greece and I) have known each other since before I can remember.
"You'd been teaching us about Greek Mythology and the heroes to be more specific, so…I think we were five maybe four." I responded.
"And what do they call you? I can guess Eli was Hero since that's what the six of you insisted be put on his gravestone," he laughed. And I did two remembering the tantrum we all had to have that done.
"They call me Io, a priestess of Hara and one of the mistresses of Zeus that escaped Hara's wrath and got worshiped but the Egyptians because they had mistaken her for one of their goddesses. Or if you watched Clash of the Titans she was punished with immortality. Sometimes it's Pandora, the first woman, and then every once in a while Hercules might call me Aphrodite or Nike if I help him win," I explained. My grandfather is the Headmaster at Aristotle's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the Greek equivalent of Hogwarts. And the five guys I grew up with are probably the reason he wants an early retirement. They're like Fred and George only there are five of them. And they are my proteases and my instructors. We have a "Dress like a nerd day" for gods sake. And we get worse with the years.
Now here's the thing. While most the magic world is ignorant to the existence of the Twilight series (which I resent my character) and the Harry Potter series (which I resent the fact I'm not in it). And I love the 43 things not to do at Hogwarts list.
One of the crazy things we've done ended up with me having a piece of hamburger meat up my nose with no idea of how it got there. I'm legally not allowed to tell you what we did because we got huge criminal records of it and national governments want to keep it quiet that they didn't send us all to prison because of who our fathers are and who we're related to and because of how much money we have. But if I did tell you, you'd probably never believe me anyways but Grand Theft Auto, Arceny, Prostitute, Murder, Manslaughter, and Trespass would be words you'd find on my record
"So what'd you call for, Gramps?" I joked.
"Turn around."
"Holly shit!"
And I fall on my ass. What is up with me getting hurt like this? Told you Hogwarts conspires against me.