Amethest Chapter three: Sleepyheads and talks of suicide
A/N: Once AGAIN, I own nothing 'cept Aries and Amethest.
That night, Amethest was getting ready for bed in the girls' Slytherin dorms. A few more girls besides Aries had looked at her pajamas and snickered coldly. Angrily, she began examining herself in the mirror of the bathroom. Nothing looked too wrong with her. Amethest was tall and slim, with a body that showed she was female. Her skin was tan, her eyes green, and her hair was long and skimmed her middle back. The only part about her she could find odd was the purple streak in her deep brown hair. Well. she then looked at her choice of night clothing. It was a silky black tank top and shorts with silver trim. Growling, she returned to the room, not letting her eyes reach the other girls. When she stood at the doorway, her jaw nearly dropped. Aries stood there, her pale hand gripping a pug-faced girl's neck as she grinned evilly. "Stop!" Amethest yelled. Too late. Aries's fist had already found the girl's shoulder, while the others looked on in fright. "Heh." The girl straightened up and walked into the bathroom. She whipped around and faced them. "When I get out of the shower, if you prats aren't shutting up about the newcomer, I'll personally embalm you all." "Oh my GOD!" Amethest whispered. As Aries walked by her, she said casually, "What? Never seen girls fight before?" Looking at the whimpering, punched girl, Amethest thought that there wasn't much a 'fight'. It was more of an 'I shall kill you.' She thought that was cool considering the other idiots she was about to share a room with.
At three o' clock in the morning, Amethest found herself sitting in the Slytherin common room by the fire. The girls had bothered her so much into the night before Aries had returned that two hours later, she had cussed them out and stormed from the room. She sat there thinking about it all. What had happened the night before that, and all things before it. She was lucky to be there. Then the boy with the silver voice was in her head again. Amethest smiled slightly. Odd people at Hogwarts. She had found somewhere to try and belong. But her reputation was always on her clothes, her body, and her hair. "Your naughty words really traumatized those morons back there. You may ruin my reputation." Amethest knew who it was. "Don't worry, I don't make death-threats. I just carry out the threat period." Aries sat down beside her. She looked at the dark, greenish fire and grimaced. "Blasted nose ring." She clawed at the right side of her nose. "Did that hurt?" "Yeah. Took me forever to draw blood." She said calmly. Amethest's eyes popped. "Er. You did that yourself?" "Yes. Welcome to the world of the crazy British punk in Wizarding School. How are you?" "I'm a parentless American girl on wizarding anti-depressant pills who is talking to a witch who nearly killed her roommate. I'm just peachy." Aries was silent for a second. She didn't ridicule Amethest for her near-skanky pjs. But Amethest for a moment felt like stealing from Aries's wardrobe. She had on long; cotton pants and a black tank top that a patch bearing the anarchy symbol sewn half-heartedly on. "If you lived in the 70s, would you have been like a Sex Pistols groupie or something?" Amethest asked curiously. "Mmmm. Probably. I fancy Johnny Rotten." She grinned. Amethest rolled her eyes. Aries was medium height, a bit shorter than Amethest, with a gaunt, pale face and equally small body. Even from the baggy top, she didn't look like she had fully developed. But she looked old. Maybe even older than Amethest herself. Nineteen, perhaps. Her hair came to her shoulders and was slightly damp from her shower. The color wasn't faded, either, even from the water. Knowing about hair dye herself, Am guessed it wasn't near temporary. Her eyes were honey colored. She wasn't practically beautiful like Amethest, but she was pretty. On a whim, Amethest blurted, "Are you going out with that boy?" "God, no! The kid's like my brother. That'd be like incest. His father and my older brother are friends. We've known each other sense we were about this high." She lifted her hand around a foot from the floor. For a second Am noticed a pink scar curving over Aries's small wrist. "You to?" Am asked pointing at the scar. " What do you mean you to? Have you.?" she made a cutting motion along her wrist. "I didn't cut, to messy, the day after my mom died I downed a handful of pills with a bottle of vodka. I was in the hospital for a week." "Yeah I tried, but my mom came in like right after I did it and she wrapped a shirt around them to stop the bleeding then took me to the hospital." "How long did you have to stay?' "Two weeks in the Physc ward." " I guess we're more in common than we thought, huh?" Am said smiling a little. "Yeah I guess we are, come on let's go to bed we have classes tomorrow." She pulled Amethest up from the chair and they headed up to the girls dorm rooms.
A/N: Once AGAIN, I own nothing 'cept Aries and Amethest.
That night, Amethest was getting ready for bed in the girls' Slytherin dorms. A few more girls besides Aries had looked at her pajamas and snickered coldly. Angrily, she began examining herself in the mirror of the bathroom. Nothing looked too wrong with her. Amethest was tall and slim, with a body that showed she was female. Her skin was tan, her eyes green, and her hair was long and skimmed her middle back. The only part about her she could find odd was the purple streak in her deep brown hair. Well. she then looked at her choice of night clothing. It was a silky black tank top and shorts with silver trim. Growling, she returned to the room, not letting her eyes reach the other girls. When she stood at the doorway, her jaw nearly dropped. Aries stood there, her pale hand gripping a pug-faced girl's neck as she grinned evilly. "Stop!" Amethest yelled. Too late. Aries's fist had already found the girl's shoulder, while the others looked on in fright. "Heh." The girl straightened up and walked into the bathroom. She whipped around and faced them. "When I get out of the shower, if you prats aren't shutting up about the newcomer, I'll personally embalm you all." "Oh my GOD!" Amethest whispered. As Aries walked by her, she said casually, "What? Never seen girls fight before?" Looking at the whimpering, punched girl, Amethest thought that there wasn't much a 'fight'. It was more of an 'I shall kill you.' She thought that was cool considering the other idiots she was about to share a room with.
At three o' clock in the morning, Amethest found herself sitting in the Slytherin common room by the fire. The girls had bothered her so much into the night before Aries had returned that two hours later, she had cussed them out and stormed from the room. She sat there thinking about it all. What had happened the night before that, and all things before it. She was lucky to be there. Then the boy with the silver voice was in her head again. Amethest smiled slightly. Odd people at Hogwarts. She had found somewhere to try and belong. But her reputation was always on her clothes, her body, and her hair. "Your naughty words really traumatized those morons back there. You may ruin my reputation." Amethest knew who it was. "Don't worry, I don't make death-threats. I just carry out the threat period." Aries sat down beside her. She looked at the dark, greenish fire and grimaced. "Blasted nose ring." She clawed at the right side of her nose. "Did that hurt?" "Yeah. Took me forever to draw blood." She said calmly. Amethest's eyes popped. "Er. You did that yourself?" "Yes. Welcome to the world of the crazy British punk in Wizarding School. How are you?" "I'm a parentless American girl on wizarding anti-depressant pills who is talking to a witch who nearly killed her roommate. I'm just peachy." Aries was silent for a second. She didn't ridicule Amethest for her near-skanky pjs. But Amethest for a moment felt like stealing from Aries's wardrobe. She had on long; cotton pants and a black tank top that a patch bearing the anarchy symbol sewn half-heartedly on. "If you lived in the 70s, would you have been like a Sex Pistols groupie or something?" Amethest asked curiously. "Mmmm. Probably. I fancy Johnny Rotten." She grinned. Amethest rolled her eyes. Aries was medium height, a bit shorter than Amethest, with a gaunt, pale face and equally small body. Even from the baggy top, she didn't look like she had fully developed. But she looked old. Maybe even older than Amethest herself. Nineteen, perhaps. Her hair came to her shoulders and was slightly damp from her shower. The color wasn't faded, either, even from the water. Knowing about hair dye herself, Am guessed it wasn't near temporary. Her eyes were honey colored. She wasn't practically beautiful like Amethest, but she was pretty. On a whim, Amethest blurted, "Are you going out with that boy?" "God, no! The kid's like my brother. That'd be like incest. His father and my older brother are friends. We've known each other sense we were about this high." She lifted her hand around a foot from the floor. For a second Am noticed a pink scar curving over Aries's small wrist. "You to?" Am asked pointing at the scar. " What do you mean you to? Have you.?" she made a cutting motion along her wrist. "I didn't cut, to messy, the day after my mom died I downed a handful of pills with a bottle of vodka. I was in the hospital for a week." "Yeah I tried, but my mom came in like right after I did it and she wrapped a shirt around them to stop the bleeding then took me to the hospital." "How long did you have to stay?' "Two weeks in the Physc ward." " I guess we're more in common than we thought, huh?" Am said smiling a little. "Yeah I guess we are, come on let's go to bed we have classes tomorrow." She pulled Amethest up from the chair and they headed up to the girls dorm rooms.
