Disclaimer: See Chapter One…
A/N: Welcome to chapter 11!!! Firstly, I'd like to thanks all the reviewers who in my opinion can't be thanked enough for their support of my stories… Secondly, I'd like to thank my MWHAHA!!! For making an appearance last chapter… Having said those things, chapter 11 has been brought to you by the number 9, the letter J and the word antidisestablishmentarianism. Thank you and please continue to read and review… LOL…
Rating Game Surprises!!!
I divided the pages on my pad of paper into five columns, one for me, on for Penny and each one for Sheena, Mairan and Kara.
"Ok… So, first person to walk in that's a guy is candidate number one…" I said to the others.
As we turned to look at the entrance in walked candidate number one, "Ladies I give you Jacob Branderlan of Ravenclaw." I announced.
"Hmmm…" Sheena contemplated "Well, his short light brown hair is kind of combed in a way that makes him look like a 'momma's boy'. But, his sweet brown endearing eyes are still to die for. I give him a, 7 out of 10." She finished smiling in his direction.
He waved to her and she waved back causing Kara to snort. "I completely agree about the hair far too much like he does it to please his mom. However, I can't agree with the eyes, I just can't see myself falling into them. I give him a, 4 out of 10."
As Mairan looked Jacob over she began to shake her head, "Just not my type. 2."
It was then Penny's turn, all eyes turned to her. Feeling everyone's gaze on her she turned bright red. "Come on Penners!" I egged.
"Don't be pushy Am! Alright, I give him a, 9 out of 10." Penny said.
Kara began spluttering. "Reason being?" she questioned.
"Well, I quite like his hair thanks and his eyes are to die for. Plus…" Penny said.
"Plus, what?" asked Sheena.
Penny blushed furiously, "Plus, he's an amazing kisser."
The group looked at Penny in shock. If someone had poked me it was most probable that I would have fallen over.
"Oh, quit looking at me like that! Besides, it's your turn Am. What do you think of him?" Penny said trying to get everyone to stop concentrating on her.
"Well, I guess he's alright but, definitely not what I'm looking for. He seems like someone that I would consider more a big brother if you know what I mean. I give him a 5."
I quickly scribbled all the ratings down on my pad of paper.
"This is kind of fun. Who's next?" Mairan said excitedly.
I nearly fell over when the next two people walked in. They were Oliver Wood and Percy Weasley. "Why oh why did it have to be them?" I thought desperately.
"Ah…" started Kara. "The well recognized Oliver Wood and his quiet friend Mr. Weasley. Am, since you were the last to go, last time, you get to go first this time. So, what do you think of them."
My cheeks flushed a violent shade of red. "Um… Maybe someone else should go first." I offered "I really don't mind being at the end."
"No…" Penny said. "It's your turn and if you don't go then you have to do a dare."
"What? No… Penny, until today you haven't even heard of this game. There's no such rule as that." I exclaimed to her.
"Well, there is now. Actually, even better, if you refuse to give a rating to one of them, you have to kiss the guy." Penny retorted with an evil grin.
"Damn it, stupid Penny!!!" I shot in my head as I glared at Penny beside me.
"Fine" I started. "I give Oliver a 9 because he's got a Scottish accent to die for, amazing chocolate brown eyes, he's very sweet and he's one of the first boys I met at Hogwarts. However, I would never be able to see us as anything more than friends."
"What about Percy?" egged on, Penny.
"I've never really thought about him actually. I don't have a rating for him." I admitted.
"Hmmm… I see kissing in your near future!!!" teased Mairan.
If it was possible, I turned an even more violent shade of red.
"Go on!" pushed Sheena.
Kara didn't say a word but looked at me expectantly.
Without another word, I slowly rose from the table; the pain in my back still killing me and my mind racing with dread at what was coming next. I walked around the side of the table that was closest to the entrance to the Great Hall and passed the door.
"Am…" came a voice behind me.
"I turned to look and horror grew even larger within me. "Uh… Hi Garrick!" I said on the brink of tears. "Oh, no!" I thought "Now he's going to see and think I don't like him or something. Wait a minute. Who even said he liked me? But, I like him, I really do. Damn the girls for this! Damn them all to hell! But, I guess I have to do it… After all, I couldn't come up with a rating."
"So," said Garrick looking down at me concerned. "How's your back?"
His forest green eyes nearly made me melt. "Um… It's still a little sore but, it'll be fine. Well, I have to go somewhere."
"Ah…" He said "I see. To Oliver and Percy?" he questioned.
"Yes, actually." I answered in all truth.
"Well, alright. I'll go sit and wait for you at the table. By myself… alone… just… waiting for you…" he said in a sort of hurt manner.
"Oh God!" I thought "What if he does like me? Oh… If I kissed Percy it might kill him. Even worse it might kill me. Then again I could always give the girls a rating for him. But, I've never even considered Percy as anything. Damn, well, let's get this over with."
I slowly walked over to Oliver and Percy. The two seemed to be talking animatedly about something. Wasn't school work since Oliver wasn't that enthused by it and it also wasn't quidditch since it clearly didn't interest him. As I watched them sitting at the table talking as if the world around them didn't exist and only that which they were talking about did, I felt a pang of guilt at having to make everything so unbalanced.
My situation began to remind me of a book I had read when I was younger. Though the book was more advanced than I was supposed to read, I was able to do so with a small amount of help from the adults around me. The book was call Macbeth and it was written by a man named William Shakespeare. The words of a famous speech suddenly filled my head.
"Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle towards my hand? Come, let me clutch
Thee.
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision sensible
To feeling as to sight? Or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a false creation
Proceeding from the heat-oppressèd brain?
I see thee yet, in form as palpable
As this which now I draw.
Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going,
And such an instrument I was to use.
Mine eyes are made the fools o'th' other senses
Or else worth all the rest. I see thee still,
And on thy blade and dudgeon, gouts of blood,
Which was not so before. There's no such thing.
It is the bloody business which informs
Thus to mine eyes."
Though, unlike Macbeth, I was not plotting to actually kill someone, I felt as though I were Macbeth and I was about to clutch the dagger who was Percy and kill someone so undeserving. But, I had no choice. I stopped my slow behind Percy and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Hey Percy!" I said my heart in my throat. "Hello Oliver!"
"Hi Am!" they said in unison.
"May I join you?" I asked politely beginning to shake.
"Of course!" said Oliver as if I didn't even have to ask.
I quickly sat at Percy's side, regretting it when I was in a sitting position on the seat beside him and my back was throbbing like crazy. "Owies!!!" I shouted in my head and grimaced a tad before recovering without the boys noticing.
"Percy and I have just been discussing the Griffindor Dormitories. Haven't we?" Oliver stated more than question.
"Yes, we-"
But, he didn't get to finish as, I had cut him off mid sentence I lunged forward and locked him in not just any kiss but, full blown juicy one. "Oh, shit! Well, that's it no more turning back and Garrick's going to hate me for ever and that really fucking hurt my back!"
As I pulled away after a few seconds more, I looked up at Percy who only gave me an odd look as his face went completely beat red and then immediately turned to Garrick. He was looking at me mortified, almost as though I had just killed his puppy or his best friend and in a way I had. "He'll never talk to me for this." I thought "After all, if he did like me finding out I 'like someone else', even though I don't, would kill him and if he didn't like me, I already now that he's not fond of the Oliver and Percy. Oh, this is rotten. I bet Percy and Oliver won't even talk to me anymore. Or even worse, Percy might actually think I like him and start liking me!!!"
I suddenly felt very alone and tears weld in my eyes. I did the only thing I could think of doing. In fact, the one thing I'd done all my life when things were bad.
I ran.
I ran and I didn't look back or stop no matter how much it hurt me emotionally or physically for that matter. The pain in my back forgotten I made a mad dash for my dormitory and I place where I could be alone. It was times like these I wish for my special place again and the only person who ever truly understood me.
"Galie." I whispered. "Galie, I miss you!" tears began to roll down my cheeks as I whispered these hidden words and I had finally made it to my room.
I jumped onto the bed and closed the drapes. I sat cross legged on the bed and just cried. My back throbbed even more with pain than before but, it still failed in comparison to the pain I now felt in my heart. The pain of having hurt nearly everyone I loved and now begin utterly alone.
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A/N: I know… *sniffles* Sad-ness… But, this leads to the good stuff… Rebellion… After all, when the world turns its back on you, you turn your back on the world… Till next time, please read and review.
P.S. I don't own the dagger speech obviously… It is from William Shakespeare's Macbeth. It's an acquired taste I guess… I liked it… Anyway, I put it in because well, I thought it fit and I hope you like it.