Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Aubrey stared at the girl in the chair with a mixture of shock and interest.
Joyelle tried to cover her face, but it was too late.
"What's the matter?" Aubrey asked.
Joyelle looked up at Aubrey and glared.
"What does it look like the matter is?" She asked, pointing at the huge black eye that had obviously been covered by makeup and a swift charm.
Aubrey noted Joyelle spoke with a deep southern accent.
"I'm sorry…May I ask what happened?"
Joyelle sneered and brought her knees to her chest.
"You can ask; it doesn't mean I'll tell." She spat, her hazel eyes blazing.
Aubrey put on a smile and tried to sit down in the chair beside Joyelle only to find that it was taken up by Joyelle's feet.
"What are you trying to prove? That you're as good and brave as your parents? You can stop trying to be nice, Potter. I don't take kindly to pity."
Aubrey took a deep breath.
This Joyelle was really irking her.
"I was just trying to be nice!" She snapped.
Joyelle snorted.
"Nice? Honey, I don't need nice. Just back off and I'll be alright. Like I said before, I don't like people's pity." Joyelle said, standing and stalking out of the common room, slamming the portrait hole behind her.
Aubrey flopped into the chair and fumed.
'How dare she? I was only trying to be nice! Gods!'
Aubrey was so deep in thought she didn't notice a tall boy behind her chair until he placed his hand on her shoulder.
"Midas! What are you doing down here?" Aubrey asked, glaring at him.
Midas just smirked and sat down.
"I was looking for you." He told her.
Aubrey stared at him.
"Excuse me?" She asked.
Midas smiled sweetly.
"I was looking for you, Aubrey." He smiled again. "I wanted to talk."
Aubrey frowned.
"I'm in no mood to talk!" She snapped before storming up to her dormitory, Joyelle's words playing through her mind.
I don't need your pity…
Aubrey stared at the girl in the chair with a mixture of shock and interest.
Joyelle tried to cover her face, but it was too late.
"What's the matter?" Aubrey asked.
Joyelle looked up at Aubrey and glared.
"What does it look like the matter is?" She asked, pointing at the huge black eye that had obviously been covered by makeup and a swift charm.
Aubrey noted Joyelle spoke with a deep southern accent.
"I'm sorry…May I ask what happened?"
Joyelle sneered and brought her knees to her chest.
"You can ask; it doesn't mean I'll tell." She spat, her hazel eyes blazing.
Aubrey put on a smile and tried to sit down in the chair beside Joyelle only to find that it was taken up by Joyelle's feet.
"What are you trying to prove? That you're as good and brave as your parents? You can stop trying to be nice, Potter. I don't take kindly to pity."
Aubrey took a deep breath.
This Joyelle was really irking her.
"I was just trying to be nice!" She snapped.
Joyelle snorted.
"Nice? Honey, I don't need nice. Just back off and I'll be alright. Like I said before, I don't like people's pity." Joyelle said, standing and stalking out of the common room, slamming the portrait hole behind her.
Aubrey flopped into the chair and fumed.
'How dare she? I was only trying to be nice! Gods!'
Aubrey was so deep in thought she didn't notice a tall boy behind her chair until he placed his hand on her shoulder.
"Midas! What are you doing down here?" Aubrey asked, glaring at him.
Midas just smirked and sat down.
"I was looking for you." He told her.
Aubrey stared at him.
"Excuse me?" She asked.
Midas smiled sweetly.
"I was looking for you, Aubrey." He smiled again. "I wanted to talk."
Aubrey frowned.
"I'm in no mood to talk!" She snapped before storming up to her dormitory, Joyelle's words playing through her mind.
I don't need your pity…