Chapter I: Loathing
Darkness engulfs Oliver's heart as he spots Percy kissing Penelope Clearwater in the corner. His hand clenches into a fist, mind drunk with jealousy. For the last few weeks that they've been going out, his feelings have become clear: he is in love with Percy. But, when did he figure this out? They've been roommates for such a long time, turning to each other for someone to talk to about girls, school, and problems. When did these feelings develop? Was it spur of the moment, or had they been pushed to the back of his mind since he first met him? He and Penelope walk in his general direction. I feel like slugging Penelope, and running off with Percy, but I know that Percy cares for her. I wouldn't want to hurt her and have him hurt as well. But these feelings won't go away, Oliver thinks to himself.
"'Lo Olly! Penny and I were thinking of going to the Common Room to just relax for a while and socialize. What do you say, do you want to come?" Percy asked politely, his arm around Penelope.
The darkness from within Oliver's soul grows as he spots her happiness and joy with the one that he loves.
I'd love to wipe that smile clean from her precious, little smiling face. If there were only some way that I could suppress my anger. The torment that I feel in my soul sends me chills. Yet, I do not shiver, he thinks.
As Oliver does not answer for a few seconds, Percy begins to feel uneasy. He can tell; his once bright face turns to one of concern.
"Is something wrong, Oliver?"
An innocent question.
I don't want him to find out my weakness, he thinks. So he just plays it off like there's nothing wrong.
"Of course not, I'm just thinking if I want to or if I should do something else," he answers, avoiding his glance. Percy notices, and realizes that Oliver is lying.
"Well, if you need to talk about something, I'll be up in the dorm reading later," he tells Oliver, looking at me for some sort of reassurance.
"Maybe I'll take you up on that offer," he answers, grinning brightly.
Hopefully, Penelope won't be there; she clings to him like a fly to flypaper. I'm beginning to think she is dependent on him. Great, just what he needs: some needy little girl, he says in his mind. They walk off, presumably to go snog in the Common Room. Socialize my ass. It seems like that's all they ever do: snog. Is there any emotion in their relationship? Are they truly in love? Or does she just need someone to snog with to look better than the single girls in Hogwarts? Stupid bitch, he thinks, cursing Penelope.
He sits alone, left to wallow in sorrow and rage. Penny. That's about how much her life is worth to him. A penny, a worthless penny, lying on the ground. He grumbles and walks back to his dorm.
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Darkness engulfs Oliver's heart as he spots Percy kissing Penelope Clearwater in the corner. His hand clenches into a fist, mind drunk with jealousy. For the last few weeks that they've been going out, his feelings have become clear: he is in love with Percy. But, when did he figure this out? They've been roommates for such a long time, turning to each other for someone to talk to about girls, school, and problems. When did these feelings develop? Was it spur of the moment, or had they been pushed to the back of his mind since he first met him? He and Penelope walk in his general direction. I feel like slugging Penelope, and running off with Percy, but I know that Percy cares for her. I wouldn't want to hurt her and have him hurt as well. But these feelings won't go away, Oliver thinks to himself.
"'Lo Olly! Penny and I were thinking of going to the Common Room to just relax for a while and socialize. What do you say, do you want to come?" Percy asked politely, his arm around Penelope.
The darkness from within Oliver's soul grows as he spots her happiness and joy with the one that he loves.
I'd love to wipe that smile clean from her precious, little smiling face. If there were only some way that I could suppress my anger. The torment that I feel in my soul sends me chills. Yet, I do not shiver, he thinks.
As Oliver does not answer for a few seconds, Percy begins to feel uneasy. He can tell; his once bright face turns to one of concern.
"Is something wrong, Oliver?"
An innocent question.
I don't want him to find out my weakness, he thinks. So he just plays it off like there's nothing wrong.
"Of course not, I'm just thinking if I want to or if I should do something else," he answers, avoiding his glance. Percy notices, and realizes that Oliver is lying.
"Well, if you need to talk about something, I'll be up in the dorm reading later," he tells Oliver, looking at me for some sort of reassurance.
"Maybe I'll take you up on that offer," he answers, grinning brightly.
Hopefully, Penelope won't be there; she clings to him like a fly to flypaper. I'm beginning to think she is dependent on him. Great, just what he needs: some needy little girl, he says in his mind. They walk off, presumably to go snog in the Common Room. Socialize my ass. It seems like that's all they ever do: snog. Is there any emotion in their relationship? Are they truly in love? Or does she just need someone to snog with to look better than the single girls in Hogwarts? Stupid bitch, he thinks, cursing Penelope.
He sits alone, left to wallow in sorrow and rage. Penny. That's about how much her life is worth to him. A penny, a worthless penny, lying on the ground. He grumbles and walks back to his dorm.
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