DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter, but I definitely wish I did….Then Acacia could be real, sort of, and not just in my mind, sort of.
XoXo
Sick with regret you sputter out
Your flame swallowed in doubt
Light the cigarette and take a breath,
the smoke inflates your chest and thins your blood
so you bleed less inside
Left with the mess that came about
when you chose to live without out
on foreign shores you fight or die
life's thrown before your eyes and leaves it's toll
on your calloused empty soul
There were footsteps coming up the stairs, so I picked myself up off the ground, extending my hand to Aspen. She took it and stood up, brushing her pants off and smiling at me. Raine walked into the room and gave us an incredulous look while Aspen and I were trying not to die of laughter.
"What are you two doing up here?" she asked with genuine curiosity. I glared at her and stepped forward, ready to rip her head off if need be.
"Nothing. But, we could just hit you and get it over with!" I growled, anger ripping through my system. She narrowed her own eyes and then laughed.
"But you won't. You're too sweet aren't you, Lestrange?" she taunted, trying to see how far she could pull me.
"No!" I screamed, advancing on her again. "If there was one person that I've ever known that isn't too sweet, it was me!" I knew it made no sense, but I could hardly let onto that now.
"Oh, really? Then let me see it. Hit me now!" she taunted again, a stupid little smirk playing on her stupid lips. But I did it. I hit her as hard as I possibly could and felt the bones crush underneath my fist. I winced at the sound, but couldn't help but feel grim satisfaction at her actually feeling pain. Pain that I had been feeling ever since she started hating me!
"Ow! Bloody hell! What are you doing, Lestrange?! What the hell?!" She was clutching her nose, blood pouring out through her fingers. "I didn't actually think you would punch me! God!"
"Sorry. Maybe next time you won't taunt me, Vondurri!" I smiled at her and waved as she made her way to the hospital. I knew I was getting a detention, but what did I care? I finally took my temper out on my worst enemy and was proud of it!
XoXo
How long, how long will we be desperately alone,
how long, how long?
How long, how long will we have to pay for what we've done,
how long, how long?
I was sitting in Professor Longbottom's office; barely listening to what he was saying and just replaying the scene in my head. Of course, it had changed since it had happened. I was much more a heroine and somehow Aspen was involved. But whatever, I still punched her in the face. And that felt good. Hell that felt better than good that felt amazing! Best thing I had ever done!
"Lestrange, are you even listening to me?" Longbottom finally asked, pulling me out of my reverie.
"Of course I'm listening," I lied smoothly, flashing him a winning smile and sitting up straighter. He narrowed his eyes and shook his head. "Fine. What do I have to do?"
"Well, first of all, you have to do detention for at least a month," he sighed, running his fingers through his hair. I gasped and sat up for a completely different reason.
"A month?! Just for hitting her!" I screamed, standing up and glaring at Longbottom. He sighed and gestured to the seat I had been sitting in. "But let me guess, if she had hit me nothing would have happened to her!" Longbottom shook his head, sighing audibly again. "This is prejudiced I tell you!"
"Prejudiced against what, Acacia?" he asked heatedly, standing up himself. I finally had him worked up enough that he was using my first name, great. "She would have been punished in the exact same way that you are being punished now!" I scoffed disbelievingly at that. "You know its true Acacia! You punched another student in the face and now you have to pay the consequences for it! And you have taken points away from Gryffindor!"
"How many points?" I muttered sulkily, not looking at him.
"Twenty," he sighed, sitting back down. "And your detentions start on Saturday morning and you will continue coming every Saturday morning until I tell you to stop!" I felt my mouth fall open in horror.
"Saturdays?! But we have Quidditch practice on Saturdays!" I gasped angrily. Longbottom shook his head and looked down at his desk, fiddling with his fingers.
"You should have thought about that before you punched Miss Vondurri in the face. Now, I have work to do and you should probably go down for lunch. See me next week for your first detention, Lestrange!"
I nodded and walked out of his office, disappointment and anger looming over me. How could I have been so stupid to actually fall into her trap of despair? This was what she wanted all along and I was stupid enough to punch her in the face just like she wanted! Well, now I would have to face the wrath of Dagan and see if I could live to see the next Saturday to make it to Longbottoms stupid detention.
XoXo
"What we would give to feel alive!"
Through the fog a muffled cry,
"The anchor's lost and so am I,"
We fall victims to the tide
I'm free to drift and free to die on my terms now
I sat down at the Gryffindor table and started putting some food for my lunch down. Aspen, Fred and James were all looking at me with incredulous eyes. I couldn't meet a single one so I stood up and walked over to where Dagan was sitting. He looked up briefly and then walked over to me, surprise all over his dark features.
"What is it, Acacia? Something up?" he asked, standing in front of me so that I had to look up at his face. I started messing with my hands, trying to figure out the best way to tell him what had happened. "What? You're acting like you got a detention or something." I looked up at him with my eyebrows furrowed and a sorry expression on my face. "You didn't! Lestrange! Your one of the most important on our team and you decide to go and land a detention? Please, just spare me this and tell me that it's once!"
"Well, you see. I kind of punched Raine Vondurri in the face and that landed me detentions for a month. Every Saturday," I explained, still looking into his green eyes. He scoffed and started pacing. "Look, Dagan. I know it sounds bad, but I promise I'll be getting James and Fred to practice with every night!"
"No. How about we have a few extra practice sessions with just you and me? We don't even have to worry about this. We'll be all ready for the first game against Ravenclaw. It's fine, it's no big deal," Dagan said hurriedly, turning around. "Oh, and Lestrange?"
"Yeah?" I asked, looking him straight in the eye.
"Try not to get into any more detentions. We can't afford it at this point in the game." I laughed and nodded, walking back to my seat. I sat next to James and smiled widely.
"What was that all about?" he asked around a mouthful of something that looked like meat.
"Oh, I punched Vondurri in the face earlier, got a detention and told Dagan I couldn't be at practice for the next month. Oh, and don't talk with your mouth full, it looks disgusting!" I said, stabbing a potato and putting it into my mouth. James stopped chewing completely and just stared at me, along with Fred. Aspen just continued to nonchalantly eat her food, like her usual self.
"You punched Raine in the face?!" James asked disbelievingly. I nodded with a smile plastered onto my face and then laughed when Fred started to choke. Aspen pounded him on the back and he turned a healthier shade of pale.
"I didn't know you had it in you, Acacia! Way to go!" Fred leaned across the table and high-fived me. "Eh, she's a bitch anyway. Why'd you do it?"
"She was taunting me, I lost my temper and voila! Instant pain on Raine's part!" I said proudly, completely missing the glare that Aspen was shooting me.
"What's that look for, Aspen?" James asked, looking straight at her.
"Nothing. I just don't think that she should have hit Raine, that's all. She didn't really deserve it," Aspen explained, looking down at her food.
"What?! You heard what she said!" I screamed back. Aspen rolled her eyes and got up from the table, leaving me to think about why Vondurri deserved it.
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How long, how long will we be desperately alone? How long, how long will we have to pay for what we've done? Sick with regret, you sputter out.
How long, how long
How long, how long.
