A/N: I know my names are stupid (Theo… Jeez… no offense to anyone named
Theo), but oh well. This is my last chapter, by the way. FINALLY! A
completed fanfic by me! ^_^ I'm overjoyed! Yay! Oh, also, there were many
typos in this so I fixed it and modified it stuff like that. I hope you
read this version. I wrote "boars" instead of "boys" when it says "She
looked up at the three boys" in the fifth paragraph. Seriously, I don't
know what I drank that day… I was supposedly hallucinating, too. Jeez…
Boars! Now who mistakes boys for boars?
Disclaimer: I own MY characters, JKR owns the characters in the books because they are HERS. Duh. You should know that by now. She owns the idea for Hogwarts and a magic school which is Hogwarts and Stuff like that, but I own my plot… heheh… Again, the name Gargamel belongs to Peyo even though he is dead, may he rest in peace, but the character belongs to me. Thank you.
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They got to the Great Hall, and Samantha took her usual seat at the end of the table. Surprisingly, James took the seat across from her. Trying to look occupied, she took out a book.
Some of James's friends sat down with them. Samantha pretended not to notice. "So who's your new girlfriend, James?" asked one of them, Theo. He was referring to Samantha.
"That's Sammi Weasley, she's not my girlfriend and she's not new. We've been friends since we were two," said James.
Friends. He said they were friends. "Hi, Sammi. I'm Theo," said Theo, extending his hand. Samantha took it and shook his hand. She didn't smile. Then she looked back at her book. Suddenly the familiar feeling of a stinging nose and watery eyes came to her. How come every time she came close to making a friend, she was indifferent and pushed them away? Maybe she was just angry because James just HAD to introduce her as "Sammi."
She looked up at the three boys. "Oh, by the way, I'd rather be called Samantha." She turned back to her book. Why had she said that? It's not like any of them would talk to her.
"Samantha? Aren't you Marilyn's friend? Asked one of the boys, Luke.
"Err, no. Actually, I think she's a bitch," said Samantha, not thinking. Luke and Marilyn were going out. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I forgot. Forgive me…" she said, but the three boys were cracking up.
"It's okay. I think so too; I broke up with her on the train," said Luke. Samantha also forced a laugh.
"Well, I have to go. History of Magic is starting in ten minutes! I sure don't want to miss that!" she said sarcastically, and hurried off to her next class.
"That didn't go so badly," Samantha said to herself. "Just think, it could have gone worse." She entered the History of Magic classroom, and took a seat in the back. When the lesson started, she took out "The Adventures of Gargamel and Mir" and continued writing it.
The next class was Transfiguration, one of Samantha's favorite subjects. Today, they were going to learn about Animagi. Samantha watched, fascinated, as the teacher turned into a tabby cat, and back into a person.
After supper, Samantha went to the library to write her story, but she remembered that she had to read what she missed during History of Magic. Her book was up in her dorm, so she left the library, passing James as she entered Gryffindor tower and he exited. She ran up to her dorm, found her book and hurried back to the library.
Her story was missing, but Samantha didn't notice. Nor did she notice that James was sitting at a table nearby, reading it. She opened her book to page 264, and began to read about witch burnings.
When Samantha finished taking down notes, she went to look for a book in the library's myriad shelves. When she found what she was looking for, Samantha sat back down. But there was something on her table…
They were drawings. Samantha knew what they were of. They were unmistakably Gargamel and Mir. It was obvious. Samantha was the one that made up their superwizard robes, the one that decided where their scars were. And there they were. Exactly as she imagined them. The edges of her mouth curled up. They hadn't done that in a long time.
A cough took Samantha's attention away from the drawings. She looked up and saw James, sitting at a nearby table, smiling. "Are they okay, Sammi?" he asked. Samantha nodded, smiling. Smiling at her friend.
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THE END! Wasn't that beautiful? *tear rolls down cheek*
Disclaimer: I own MY characters, JKR owns the characters in the books because they are HERS. Duh. You should know that by now. She owns the idea for Hogwarts and a magic school which is Hogwarts and Stuff like that, but I own my plot… heheh… Again, the name Gargamel belongs to Peyo even though he is dead, may he rest in peace, but the character belongs to me. Thank you.
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They got to the Great Hall, and Samantha took her usual seat at the end of the table. Surprisingly, James took the seat across from her. Trying to look occupied, she took out a book.
Some of James's friends sat down with them. Samantha pretended not to notice. "So who's your new girlfriend, James?" asked one of them, Theo. He was referring to Samantha.
"That's Sammi Weasley, she's not my girlfriend and she's not new. We've been friends since we were two," said James.
Friends. He said they were friends. "Hi, Sammi. I'm Theo," said Theo, extending his hand. Samantha took it and shook his hand. She didn't smile. Then she looked back at her book. Suddenly the familiar feeling of a stinging nose and watery eyes came to her. How come every time she came close to making a friend, she was indifferent and pushed them away? Maybe she was just angry because James just HAD to introduce her as "Sammi."
She looked up at the three boys. "Oh, by the way, I'd rather be called Samantha." She turned back to her book. Why had she said that? It's not like any of them would talk to her.
"Samantha? Aren't you Marilyn's friend? Asked one of the boys, Luke.
"Err, no. Actually, I think she's a bitch," said Samantha, not thinking. Luke and Marilyn were going out. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I forgot. Forgive me…" she said, but the three boys were cracking up.
"It's okay. I think so too; I broke up with her on the train," said Luke. Samantha also forced a laugh.
"Well, I have to go. History of Magic is starting in ten minutes! I sure don't want to miss that!" she said sarcastically, and hurried off to her next class.
"That didn't go so badly," Samantha said to herself. "Just think, it could have gone worse." She entered the History of Magic classroom, and took a seat in the back. When the lesson started, she took out "The Adventures of Gargamel and Mir" and continued writing it.
The next class was Transfiguration, one of Samantha's favorite subjects. Today, they were going to learn about Animagi. Samantha watched, fascinated, as the teacher turned into a tabby cat, and back into a person.
After supper, Samantha went to the library to write her story, but she remembered that she had to read what she missed during History of Magic. Her book was up in her dorm, so she left the library, passing James as she entered Gryffindor tower and he exited. She ran up to her dorm, found her book and hurried back to the library.
Her story was missing, but Samantha didn't notice. Nor did she notice that James was sitting at a table nearby, reading it. She opened her book to page 264, and began to read about witch burnings.
When Samantha finished taking down notes, she went to look for a book in the library's myriad shelves. When she found what she was looking for, Samantha sat back down. But there was something on her table…
They were drawings. Samantha knew what they were of. They were unmistakably Gargamel and Mir. It was obvious. Samantha was the one that made up their superwizard robes, the one that decided where their scars were. And there they were. Exactly as she imagined them. The edges of her mouth curled up. They hadn't done that in a long time.
A cough took Samantha's attention away from the drawings. She looked up and saw James, sitting at a nearby table, smiling. "Are they okay, Sammi?" he asked. Samantha nodded, smiling. Smiling at her friend.
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THE END! Wasn't that beautiful? *tear rolls down cheek*