A/N: Hey guys! I have thoroughly enjoyed reading my reviews and getting tips on how to make it better, special thanks goes to Diamystical and Anti Mary-Sue for pointing out the obvious and giving me great ideas. Thanks guys! Keep reading and reviewing and all keep writing. I also promise that Rhiannon is not really a total Mary-Sue and she and Harry will not fall in love.
Warning: This chapter contains teenagers acting as teenagers if this makes you angry please cease reading now, as I do not like getting flames.
Disclaimer: I do not legally own any of these characters except for Rhiannon. I do not and will not say that I own them. Please, don't sue me as I currently am saving up for a band trip to Disney World and hold only $30 pocket money.
And now for the feature presentation...
Chapter 2
Perfection
Silence had begun as Rhiannon's wristwatch beeped announcing the coming of the next day. She had just been involved in a conversation between her roommates and had almost dissolved into tears. But now she sat cross-legged on her four poster bed with the curtains drawn and a dim light coming from the end of her wand flipping through her scrapbook.
Pictures of her best friends Jake and Keely smiled and waved back her. Keely was highly intellectual and always made sure their conversations were meaningful whereas Jake always provided words to laugh over. Her roommates seemed nice and smart, especially Hermione, but Rhiannon found it hard to believe that these people would be replacing Jake and Keely. She flipped the pages until a she heard a knock on the window. Hoover, she thought.
She opened the window and caught Hoover as flew through and hugged him. He made an impatient squawking noise and shook his leg to indicate a letter. Once the letter was removed she took Hoover quietly back with her to her bed, drew the curtains, and created a perch suspended from the canopy that Hoover was quick to stand upon. Rhiannon unrolled the long coil of parchment and began to read.
Dear Rhia,
It's Jake. I miss you very much and so does Keely. It's the middle of the night and I can't sleep so I decided to write I guess I'll start at the beginning.
The day after you moved your mother sent us pictures from that party you had, remember? All during breakfast Keely sobbed and I tried to make her laugh but she wouldn't. We had to go straight back to work and start preparing for the headmaster's birthday feast. All our teachers said something about how they missed their most productive student.
You're perfect, you know that? You're pretty, smart, talented at everything, perfect. I guess that's a good thing, but now everyone is falling apart without you. Why did you have to be perfect? Why did you have to make yourself a foundation for everyone to prosper upon, leave and make everything collapse? I don't know why I've never told you this but I love you. When I look at you in the pictures I want to kiss you and relive the moment again and again.
I'm sorry, you're probably having a hard enough time as it is. I'll go now.
~ Jake
Although she didn't notice, Rhiannon's face was drenched with tears. She loved Jake, too and now her chance was gone. But that wasn't at all what was making her quite so sad, in fact that was somewhat enlightening. She had finally realized it.
Perfection. It's what her parents had strove for in her, but Rhiannon had never wanted to be perfect. Her parents had taught her how to fly her broom at an early age and got professionals to train her. She had a tight study regimen that reaped success. She was always pampered and spa-ed and kept beautiful. She was perfect. And she hated it.
Hoover flew out the window has Rhiannon thrust it open allowing the breeze to cool her blazing tears. She could not sleep, she needed to find a way out of perfection, and it was imperative. Silently, she crept down the staircase into the common room lit by the light of a glowing fireplace. Rhiannon curled up in one of the soft armchairs and cradled her knees to her chin rocking herself back and forth. The undulating motion of her body soothed hey and pretty soon she was in a very light sleep.
"Rhiannon?" the voice was a whisper full of honey.
"Yes?" Rhiannon answered groggily, her eyes shut.
"So you're awake," the voice spoke once more.
"What time is it?" Rhiannon slowly opened her eyes and fluttered her lids at the contrast between the shadows of light and dark coming from the fireplace. She finally focused on a tall boy with a medium build and sandy blonde hair.
"Around two in the morning," the boy said as he sat on the arm of the chair.
"I know I should get better with names, but who are you?" Rhiannon stared up into the boys greenish brown eyes and returned his smile. His face was tan and slightly freckly.
"I'm Seamus Finnigan, Rhiannon West," the boy said expanding his smile.
"Hello then, Seamus, what brings you here at two o'clock in the morning?" Rhiannon got up and stretched before reclaiming the armchair.
"The fact that Ron snores and that I heard you walk down," he said. The shadows of the fire danced across his face creating a passionate look that made him seem as though he were the handsomest man she'd ever seen. He grinned and showed her perfect teeth all in a row. "What's your excuse?"
"Uh...well, since you're here I might as well share with you all my problems," he had risen off the armchair's arm and had relocated to the floor.
"Okay, even though I can't seem to understand that you have problems," he sat at her feet looked up to her.
"Wait, I have an idea," Rhiannon ran up to her dorm hoping that Seamus would be sitting right where she had left him. She grabbed what she wanted from her trunk and rushed down stairs.
"Back," she said breathlessly when she realized Seamus had taken her armchair.
"Is that a..."
"Magic carpet, yes, and I'm going to take you for a ride," Rhiannon unrolled the rug and poked it with her wand, it levitated off the ground.
"Aren't they illegal?" Seamus asked apprehensively.
"Have you ever read the news? The law was abolished when all carpets without invisibility charms were replaced with ones that are completely invisible to muggles. So, are you coming?" Rhiannon flopped down on the carpet and it wriggled in mid-air.
"Yes, I am," Seamus opened the window and sat on the carpet as the glided effortlessly into the night air. Perfect girls don't break the rules, Rhiannon thought.
Warning: This chapter contains teenagers acting as teenagers if this makes you angry please cease reading now, as I do not like getting flames.
Disclaimer: I do not legally own any of these characters except for Rhiannon. I do not and will not say that I own them. Please, don't sue me as I currently am saving up for a band trip to Disney World and hold only $30 pocket money.
And now for the feature presentation...
Chapter 2
Perfection
Silence had begun as Rhiannon's wristwatch beeped announcing the coming of the next day. She had just been involved in a conversation between her roommates and had almost dissolved into tears. But now she sat cross-legged on her four poster bed with the curtains drawn and a dim light coming from the end of her wand flipping through her scrapbook.
Pictures of her best friends Jake and Keely smiled and waved back her. Keely was highly intellectual and always made sure their conversations were meaningful whereas Jake always provided words to laugh over. Her roommates seemed nice and smart, especially Hermione, but Rhiannon found it hard to believe that these people would be replacing Jake and Keely. She flipped the pages until a she heard a knock on the window. Hoover, she thought.
She opened the window and caught Hoover as flew through and hugged him. He made an impatient squawking noise and shook his leg to indicate a letter. Once the letter was removed she took Hoover quietly back with her to her bed, drew the curtains, and created a perch suspended from the canopy that Hoover was quick to stand upon. Rhiannon unrolled the long coil of parchment and began to read.
Dear Rhia,
It's Jake. I miss you very much and so does Keely. It's the middle of the night and I can't sleep so I decided to write I guess I'll start at the beginning.
The day after you moved your mother sent us pictures from that party you had, remember? All during breakfast Keely sobbed and I tried to make her laugh but she wouldn't. We had to go straight back to work and start preparing for the headmaster's birthday feast. All our teachers said something about how they missed their most productive student.
You're perfect, you know that? You're pretty, smart, talented at everything, perfect. I guess that's a good thing, but now everyone is falling apart without you. Why did you have to be perfect? Why did you have to make yourself a foundation for everyone to prosper upon, leave and make everything collapse? I don't know why I've never told you this but I love you. When I look at you in the pictures I want to kiss you and relive the moment again and again.
I'm sorry, you're probably having a hard enough time as it is. I'll go now.
~ Jake
Although she didn't notice, Rhiannon's face was drenched with tears. She loved Jake, too and now her chance was gone. But that wasn't at all what was making her quite so sad, in fact that was somewhat enlightening. She had finally realized it.
Perfection. It's what her parents had strove for in her, but Rhiannon had never wanted to be perfect. Her parents had taught her how to fly her broom at an early age and got professionals to train her. She had a tight study regimen that reaped success. She was always pampered and spa-ed and kept beautiful. She was perfect. And she hated it.
Hoover flew out the window has Rhiannon thrust it open allowing the breeze to cool her blazing tears. She could not sleep, she needed to find a way out of perfection, and it was imperative. Silently, she crept down the staircase into the common room lit by the light of a glowing fireplace. Rhiannon curled up in one of the soft armchairs and cradled her knees to her chin rocking herself back and forth. The undulating motion of her body soothed hey and pretty soon she was in a very light sleep.
"Rhiannon?" the voice was a whisper full of honey.
"Yes?" Rhiannon answered groggily, her eyes shut.
"So you're awake," the voice spoke once more.
"What time is it?" Rhiannon slowly opened her eyes and fluttered her lids at the contrast between the shadows of light and dark coming from the fireplace. She finally focused on a tall boy with a medium build and sandy blonde hair.
"Around two in the morning," the boy said as he sat on the arm of the chair.
"I know I should get better with names, but who are you?" Rhiannon stared up into the boys greenish brown eyes and returned his smile. His face was tan and slightly freckly.
"I'm Seamus Finnigan, Rhiannon West," the boy said expanding his smile.
"Hello then, Seamus, what brings you here at two o'clock in the morning?" Rhiannon got up and stretched before reclaiming the armchair.
"The fact that Ron snores and that I heard you walk down," he said. The shadows of the fire danced across his face creating a passionate look that made him seem as though he were the handsomest man she'd ever seen. He grinned and showed her perfect teeth all in a row. "What's your excuse?"
"Uh...well, since you're here I might as well share with you all my problems," he had risen off the armchair's arm and had relocated to the floor.
"Okay, even though I can't seem to understand that you have problems," he sat at her feet looked up to her.
"Wait, I have an idea," Rhiannon ran up to her dorm hoping that Seamus would be sitting right where she had left him. She grabbed what she wanted from her trunk and rushed down stairs.
"Back," she said breathlessly when she realized Seamus had taken her armchair.
"Is that a..."
"Magic carpet, yes, and I'm going to take you for a ride," Rhiannon unrolled the rug and poked it with her wand, it levitated off the ground.
"Aren't they illegal?" Seamus asked apprehensively.
"Have you ever read the news? The law was abolished when all carpets without invisibility charms were replaced with ones that are completely invisible to muggles. So, are you coming?" Rhiannon flopped down on the carpet and it wriggled in mid-air.
"Yes, I am," Seamus opened the window and sat on the carpet as the glided effortlessly into the night air. Perfect girls don't break the rules, Rhiannon thought.