Curses, My Nose Fell Off!
by Topaz
A/N: Read part one if you haven't already. And please review :-). This is the second-to-last part...only one more to go after this! Hang in there!
I tried everything to get those bedamned pimples off my face. Hundreds of stupid magical "cures" that the girls in my dorm offered, washing my face, even coating my face with something that Lisa called "asparagus extract" that did nothing but turn my pimples green.
They wouldn't come off.
"C'mon, Ellie, they're just pimples," Cho said desperately, as I sat glumly in the dorm, staring at the mirror. "Lots of people have them. Snape has a big pimple on his nose, and those lunks Crabbe and Goyle have really bad acne."
"And I want to be just like them!" I said sarcastically, dabbing at my nose with wet toilet paper.
"Eloise, you're being ridiculous," Lisa said, stepping into the room. "Everyone knows it's just because of Jeremy's curse. C'mon, let's go tell a teacher."
"No!" I said. "If we tell the teachers Jeremy will tell that Cho and I were passing notes! Snape will kill us!"
"Well, then you won't have to worry about your pimples anymore," Cho said brightly.
I scowled into the mirror. "I refuse to be seen like this. It's bad enough being ugly, I don't have to be ugly and pimply!"
"You're not ugly, Ellie," Cho and Lisa said promptly.
"I don't know about that," my mirror said. "My goodness, child, haven't you been washing your face recently?"
"That's it!" I screamed, throwing a bottle of Rita Skeeter's Face Cleansing Potion at the mirror. "I'm not leaving this room until my pimples are gone!"
Cho and Lisa sighed, looked sadly at each other, and wandered off, leaving me alone in the dark with my pimples.
***
The next morning I was still pimply, not to mention stiff, cranky, and sore from sitting all night in front of the mirror.
"Rise and shine, Sleeping Ugly," my mirror said cheerfully. I snatched a tube of lipstick and began dotting it all over the mirror.
"Ha!" I said with great satisfaction. "Now you have pimples, too!"
I left the mirror shrieking and moaning in horror and went into the closet to get dressed. Cho, Morgan, and Sara, my three dorm mates, were rubbing their eyes and yawning as the morning sun slanted through the windows.
When I emerged from the closet, dressed in plain black robes that only drew more attention to my pimples, the mirror began cursing loudly at me. I grinned.
Cho eyed my face critically. "I think your acne is improving, Eloise."
"No, it isn't," I groaned. "It's getting worse. I'm going to kill Jeremy."
"You little brat," the mirror growled. "I put up with you little monsters day in and day out, and this is what I get in return? Lipstick pimples! I'll be the laughingstock of the Hogwarts Mirror Society!"
"Serves you right," I snapped. "If you don't shut up I'll smear finger paint all over you."
Sara poked her head out of the closet where she was changing. "There's a Hogwarts Mirror Society?"
"Yes," the mirror said sulkily, "and I used to be the head of it. Until now, thanks to Miss Pimpleface over there."
"I'm not leaving this room until I'm pimple-free," I said stubbornly as the others started out the door. "Tell the teachers I'm sick."
"Eloise...." Morgan sighed. "Come on, no one will laugh at you."
"Jeremy will."
"I was talking about human beings." When I didn't move, they tried to pull me out, but I grabbed hold of the mirror. "Eloise, are you just going to stay here and mope all day?"
"That sounds about right," I agreed, sitting down on the bed.
"Oh, suit yourself." Cho sighed and stomped out the door, followed by Morgan and Sara.
"Don't let the door hit your fat arses on the way out!" the mirror shouted after them.
***
It was reeeaally boring staying in my dorm all day. Somewhere around lunchtime one of the Gryffindors came in, holding a tray of soup and toast.
"Here." She set the tray down on my bed. "Madam Pomfrey sent me to bring you this since you're sick. She also wanted to know if you want to come to the hospital wing."
I shook my head, which was buried in my pillow. "No thanks." My reply came out muffled.
"Okay," the girl said hesitantly. "Um, are you going to eat lunch?"
I sat up, letting my long hair fall in front of my face so that she couldn't see my pimples. "I suppose. Thanks for bringing it."
She nodded. "No problem. You're Eloise Midgen, right? I'm Hermione Granger."
"Hello," I said morosely. "I'm actually not Eloise Midgen. I'm her evil twin. She's out somewhere, pimple-free. I'm just pretending to be her, but the real Eloise doesn't have pimples."
"Ohhh." Hermione sat down next to me. "You have acne?"
I scowled. "It was the Pimple Curse. Do you know the countercurse?"
Hermione smiled weakly. "Actually, there isn't one."
I think I started hitting my head against the wall at that point, but I'm not sure because after a few seconds everything went black.
***
To be continued.... Well, duh. :-)
by Topaz
A/N: Read part one if you haven't already. And please review :-). This is the second-to-last part...only one more to go after this! Hang in there!
I tried everything to get those bedamned pimples off my face. Hundreds of stupid magical "cures" that the girls in my dorm offered, washing my face, even coating my face with something that Lisa called "asparagus extract" that did nothing but turn my pimples green.
They wouldn't come off.
"C'mon, Ellie, they're just pimples," Cho said desperately, as I sat glumly in the dorm, staring at the mirror. "Lots of people have them. Snape has a big pimple on his nose, and those lunks Crabbe and Goyle have really bad acne."
"And I want to be just like them!" I said sarcastically, dabbing at my nose with wet toilet paper.
"Eloise, you're being ridiculous," Lisa said, stepping into the room. "Everyone knows it's just because of Jeremy's curse. C'mon, let's go tell a teacher."
"No!" I said. "If we tell the teachers Jeremy will tell that Cho and I were passing notes! Snape will kill us!"
"Well, then you won't have to worry about your pimples anymore," Cho said brightly.
I scowled into the mirror. "I refuse to be seen like this. It's bad enough being ugly, I don't have to be ugly and pimply!"
"You're not ugly, Ellie," Cho and Lisa said promptly.
"I don't know about that," my mirror said. "My goodness, child, haven't you been washing your face recently?"
"That's it!" I screamed, throwing a bottle of Rita Skeeter's Face Cleansing Potion at the mirror. "I'm not leaving this room until my pimples are gone!"
Cho and Lisa sighed, looked sadly at each other, and wandered off, leaving me alone in the dark with my pimples.
***
The next morning I was still pimply, not to mention stiff, cranky, and sore from sitting all night in front of the mirror.
"Rise and shine, Sleeping Ugly," my mirror said cheerfully. I snatched a tube of lipstick and began dotting it all over the mirror.
"Ha!" I said with great satisfaction. "Now you have pimples, too!"
I left the mirror shrieking and moaning in horror and went into the closet to get dressed. Cho, Morgan, and Sara, my three dorm mates, were rubbing their eyes and yawning as the morning sun slanted through the windows.
When I emerged from the closet, dressed in plain black robes that only drew more attention to my pimples, the mirror began cursing loudly at me. I grinned.
Cho eyed my face critically. "I think your acne is improving, Eloise."
"No, it isn't," I groaned. "It's getting worse. I'm going to kill Jeremy."
"You little brat," the mirror growled. "I put up with you little monsters day in and day out, and this is what I get in return? Lipstick pimples! I'll be the laughingstock of the Hogwarts Mirror Society!"
"Serves you right," I snapped. "If you don't shut up I'll smear finger paint all over you."
Sara poked her head out of the closet where she was changing. "There's a Hogwarts Mirror Society?"
"Yes," the mirror said sulkily, "and I used to be the head of it. Until now, thanks to Miss Pimpleface over there."
"I'm not leaving this room until I'm pimple-free," I said stubbornly as the others started out the door. "Tell the teachers I'm sick."
"Eloise...." Morgan sighed. "Come on, no one will laugh at you."
"Jeremy will."
"I was talking about human beings." When I didn't move, they tried to pull me out, but I grabbed hold of the mirror. "Eloise, are you just going to stay here and mope all day?"
"That sounds about right," I agreed, sitting down on the bed.
"Oh, suit yourself." Cho sighed and stomped out the door, followed by Morgan and Sara.
"Don't let the door hit your fat arses on the way out!" the mirror shouted after them.
***
It was reeeaally boring staying in my dorm all day. Somewhere around lunchtime one of the Gryffindors came in, holding a tray of soup and toast.
"Here." She set the tray down on my bed. "Madam Pomfrey sent me to bring you this since you're sick. She also wanted to know if you want to come to the hospital wing."
I shook my head, which was buried in my pillow. "No thanks." My reply came out muffled.
"Okay," the girl said hesitantly. "Um, are you going to eat lunch?"
I sat up, letting my long hair fall in front of my face so that she couldn't see my pimples. "I suppose. Thanks for bringing it."
She nodded. "No problem. You're Eloise Midgen, right? I'm Hermione Granger."
"Hello," I said morosely. "I'm actually not Eloise Midgen. I'm her evil twin. She's out somewhere, pimple-free. I'm just pretending to be her, but the real Eloise doesn't have pimples."
"Ohhh." Hermione sat down next to me. "You have acne?"
I scowled. "It was the Pimple Curse. Do you know the countercurse?"
Hermione smiled weakly. "Actually, there isn't one."
I think I started hitting my head against the wall at that point, but I'm not sure because after a few seconds everything went black.
***
To be continued.... Well, duh. :-)