Chapter 11
Old Friends
Jonathan Carter. Handsome, athletic, intelligent, and ambitious. Ever since Jeanette met him, she had secretly admired him. He was the guy who helped break her wrist, treated her with mock-friendship in front of her parents, and cold indifference the rest of the time. He was a kind, generous, and gentle person, but somehow these wonderful attributes didn't pertain to her. But Jeanette never thought he would be. She was mixed, he was pure and he was better than her in all respects EXCEPT charms and history, but she was far too modest person to shove it down his throat. Even if she was that bold, he would probably return the favor by beating her at everything else. She hated him, at times she wanted to kill him, but still you had to admit even though he treated her like trash, he was a decent person and a very good wizard. He did community service, helped tutor, and he was extremely friendly. if you weren't a threat.
Jon was brilliant. The admiration also stemmed from a darker thought. She admired his cunning, his seemingly easiness of maneuvering others into deathtraps and leaving no traces, his lack of guilt. No, he wasn't a psychopath just a teenage boy driven to get great grades and willing to take anyone out. How she wanted to be able to do that to him and let him dangle. But Jeanette never was fast enough, sharp enough, clever enough, she had enough trouble just sidestepping him and the girls were worse. They had all banded together against her, "destroy the runt, and then settle differences." How could she like someone like that? How could she want to be like someone who hurt people? If Jeanette had things her way, she would have hated him, end of discussion.
However, things hardly went Jeanette way which seemed a bit unfair. She was a demi-god for crying out loud, not your everyday witch or muggle. The ambivalent feelings continued and as they grew older, admiration turned to respect, respect turned to like, and like unfortunately turned to infatuation. Make no mistake, Jeanette still hated the boy's guts and had plenty of fantasies about shoving down some steep stairs, on the other hand, she had an equal amount of fantasies about being friends. Jeanette was not that optimistic to think about boyfriend, girlfriend yet, at least consciously.
The reason that Jeanette was obsessing with Carter was because she had had a string of dreams about him. Wonderful dreams, a little too wonderful for comfort. In her dreams, he had grown taller and his sturdy build had turned lean. Were his bones becoming hollow like hers, befit of a bird? His features were sharp, striking and he was nothing but skin, bone, and toned muscle. He was all warm, hot metal. Bronze in his hair, gold in his eyes, and a copperish gleam in his skin.
They were flying away from the sunset toward the night. His hand was comforting in hers. When a bonfire appeared just a little ways from where they were, he stopped and moved a little ways from her, offering his hand. Each time, she got to that part of the dream she woke up. Tonight was going to be different, she told herself. She had gotten immensely curious.
Getting under the covers, she closed her eyes and in what seemed like moments the dream started. She opened her eyes and there he was standing next to her bed, beckoning. This was odd, because before they had cuddled before leaving but this time there was a certain sort of urgency. Instead of being dressed jeans and a T-shirt, he was in wizard clothes. He was wearing an open black cloak with a sleek pair of black pants and medieval looking, half-open, white, cotton shirt. Complete with his ruffled hair, the look suited him. He was never as appearance centered as Taylor, she thought.
She got up and took his hand. He led her to the door and they passed a gilt mirror on the way. Before Jeanette never looked at her reflection, somehow she knew that the illusion wouldn't work and she'd be herself again. Jon was the king of illusions and fitting with his personality, he would want her to be uncomfortable with her appearance. He wanted her meek.
This time, she looked. She had changed. Like Jon, she had gotten taller and more angular. However, unlike him her coloring was hideous. Dark reddish brown hair, almost black in the moonlight. Amber eyes against sandy skin. He stopped and glanced at her reflection.
"He will make you beautiful," he said airily. It was the first time he had spoken. He took her hand again and pulled her down the stairs and outside. The sun was setting and Jeanette turned and stared at it. She felt an odd dropping sensation in her stomach. She wanted get back inside, Jon made an impatient sound and tugged her arm.
They were suddenly in the air, flying very fast against the sun. Soon they were over forest and she saw the bonfire. It cast ominous shadows. There were figures of men. Jon moved a little way from her and offered his hand. Jeanette didn't want to go anymore. She moved away from him.
He grabbed her arm and she screeched. She clawed at him aiming for the eyes. The wonders about being a female was that you didn't have to worry about manly honor. She'd hit him anywhere to get away. He twisted her around so her back pressed against him and pulled her onto the ground. Pinning her to the dirt floor, his knees digging into her shoulders. She tried to burn him, flames licked at his pants, but they wouldn't burn. The flames jumped to try to catch his shirt, it was fire proof too. She tried harder and he hissed. He could feel the searing heat through the cloth.
She taunted him.
A dark hand grabbed her left wrist and twisted it so her forearm was exposed. Her arm went numb and the coldness spread throughout her body. Taylor? Whoever it was, he was behind Jon and she couldn't see him. She looked up for the first time. There were so many hooded and masked figures around her. Laughing, murmuring, she hated them.
Besides the person holding her arm, only one other was unmasked. Extremely thin, his face must have been once attractive, but it had somehow gotten warped. A shock of black hair, a long thin nose, cadaver-white skin, and horrible bloody eyes. He took out his wand and touched her exposed arm. It felt like something acidic had been forced under skin and now was eating its way to the surface. She screamed.
. and fell out bed.
It was morning, she had overslept. Throwing on some clothes and taking a mint, she ran downstairs to set up. Today was the first Hogwarts visitation day and Ginny was coming. She undid the three metal locks and the two magical ones. Things were getting worse on the streets. Everyone covered up in cloaks, not looking at anybody. The streets were filled with ambiguous figures that sent shivers up Jeanette's spine. She sat down behind the counter. Under the bright cheery buildings of Hogsmead panic was bubbling. In times of fear, people did stupid things. A shop was robbed about a week before Jeanette arrived, but the plus side was that scared people went to great lengths to comfort themselves. Bath products, massage gloves, and chocolate were going by the crate.
The bell jingled and a familiar face stepped in.
"God! Jeanette, you look different."
"So do you." Jeanette answered and indeed Ginny looked different. She'd slimmed down, her skin was tanned, and her hair. was in a bop. a very messy bop. "You cut it."
"Yes, it was getting to be a hassle in Quidditch, you know," Ginny said offhandedly and patted it. "So after a really windy game, I took my wand out and."
"It's very sporty," Jeanette offered, if you didn't look too closely. It was uneven. "Want some highlights? I'll charge you half price and I'll even lower myself and do it for you." She grabbed a sign under the counter and put it up. "If In Need of Assistance, Ask For Gloves." It sat next to the sign, "U Break, U Buy, U Cry." She also put up another one, "U Steal, Fido Gets a Meal." She whistled for Sable.
Half an hour later, Ginny was sitting in front of the sink, her hair was even and she had gold highlights. They chatted about Harry, the intolerable Hermione, Ron, diabolical Malfoy (she was starting to like him a business perspective, he made her more money that most of her female customers.) Then conversation shifted to focus on Jeanette.
"You have the cutest logo," Ginny cooed. Holding the carton. The label had "Mignonne" in curly silver-blue letters next to a tiny cartoonish electric blue owl.
"Fred didn't think it was very nice, but he gave me the owl, you know. I even named it after him. He didn't like being attached to such a girlish place, never mind he owns it technically."
"You called the owl Fred."
"Frederick except somehow it dwindled down to Frou Frou in the end. Frou really likes to groom himself for some reason and he steals my marbles to line his nest. I don't know if he just thinks they're pretty or maybe they're eggs." Frou Frou hearing his name flew over. They spent a few minutes cooing over him and rubbing his small rotund belly. There was a chiming sound downstairs and sighing Jeanette went down to get it. She had five customers, some of Angelina's younger friends. Lee Jordan and Angelina were now going steady. The giggling girls all bought beauty products, no food.
"You're having a dance or something?"
"Yeah," Ginny said. "For Halloween. I was thinking, we're about the same size and stuff so could I borrow your dress."
"The one I'm wearing right now?" Jeanette hadn't glanced down once since she threw the clothes. What was she wearing anyway? It was a Greek styled robe, thick crimped straps and fell straight down to the ankles. She wondered what she looked like, after further experimentation she could get her hair to match her clothes with a mint. It was in French-braided plaits that were pulled up and wrapped around her head like a crown. A bit formal, it made her look like she was out of school. "Okay. You want to buy a circlet and some jewelry to go with that?" Ginny frowned and shuffled her feet. "Tell ya wat, you convince all your friends to shop here and you get discounts?"
They ate lunch in the backroom, miso soup, green tea, and sushi each sitting on a cauldron. Ginny told her about Hogwarts, about the houses, and house elves, and the evil teachers.
"Gin, what'd you reckon my house would be?"
"Gryffindor, maybe Ravenclaw. You're so smart. Or maybe Hufflepuff, you're awful nice too." She chugged down the green tea.
"How 'bout Slytherin?" That's where all the Death Eaters were, she thought privately.
"Naw."
"You haven't seen the evil side of me." Before Ginny could ask exactly what was the evil side, the bell chimed again. Rolling her eyes, Jeanette went to get whatever the customer wanted.
It was Jon looking ruffled and cute in his Hogwarts robes, a Gryffindor. He smiled at her and her insides went cold. His appearance seemed to be toned down, his hair not as golden, his skin didn't glitter, and his eyes were dampened. An illusion. He put his arms on her shoulders familiarly, his thumbs stroking the straps. It felt nice. She moved back. A little too nice as in a creepy sort of nice. She was wary of him, but at the same time a voice whispered into her ear, "It was just a dream."
"So acting like a nerd was just part of an act?" He drawled. "You look very nice, Ren," he had shortened her name, her old name, and she didn't like that one bit. After years of treating her like trash, he suddenly showed up out of the blue. He was being way too comfortable.
"What can I do for you?" She asked coolly. "Flowers for a certain girl, chocolates, a manicure?" He had taken her hand now, stroking it. "Facial?" He moved very close to her and at first for the fleetest moment, she thought he was going to kiss her, but instead he whispered into her ear, "Join us."
Jeanette pulled away and grabbed the hand that was stroking hers. She pulled the sleeve up, no mark. He smiled at her and with the other hand, he pulled the sleeve back down and a glint caught her eye. On his middle finger was a heavy silver ring shaped like a serpent biting its tail. It had ruby eyes. A face seemed to leap in front of her face, Voldemort. She pulled back, just an illusion to scare you, she whispered to herself. Just an illusion, but everything was so real. She could hear the fire roaring in her ears, the chants, the pebbles biting into her back.
"NO!!!" She shouted.
"Derek!" A voice called behind Jeanette.
"Gin?!" He sounded elated. He smirked at Jeanette. "I see you're busy and I'll come back another time." He then turned his attention to Ginny. "You know her?"
"Oh, yeah. Jeanette used to work for Fred and George." Jeanette looked at Ginny with what she hoped was a shut-up stare.
"Is that so?"
"Are you going to the dance?"
"Thom invited me." Was Thom Taylor? What was going on?
"I was in the process of asking Jeanie here, but as you heard she wasn't so keen about it."
"Jeanette!" Ginny said in an exasperated tone. "Come with us." It was seemed like an echo of Jon's request. Join Voldemort. Join.
"No, thanks. So how do you guys know each other?"
"He's a beater." Ginny giggled. "Did he play at your old school? He and Thom just transferred in."
"Well, I'll let you girls talk. Bye, Jean." He kissed her cheek quickly.
"I thought you never had a boyfriend!" Ginny snapped.
"I didn't know I had one." Jeanette said, realizing at once that wasn't the brightest thing to say.
"Derek Turner. He's gorgeous. His blue eyes and blond hair, you guys look so together." Blond hair, blue eyes. Wait a moment, Jon had brown hair and brown eyes. Another illusion.
"Well, I'm not going. He's such a jerk under all that suaveness and a playboy too." Jeanette said sulkily.
"But. but every single girl who isn't out to get Ernie, Draco, or Harry is out to get him!!!"
"If you like him so much, you go with out with him?"
"This is a chance in a lifetime."
"No," Jeanette said firmly, "that's final." Some moments later, Jeanette found herself with Ginny in the storage room of Honeydukes. Ginny was explaining how to get into Hogwarts. Jeanette knew that she better warn Dumbledore. There were a couple of Death Eaters running around. It surprised her that they had joined the Dark Lord. They were always a bunch of jerks, but she always figured that they were good inside. That everything was just some immature death match. They had seemed good, they cared about people, their families. She never thought they would go so far. Didn't they know many people they were hurting? Then again, Jeanette was stupidly optimistic.
There was no way she was going with Jon. She was angry with him and she didn't know why. He was jerk, but seriously didn't she see this coming? She liked the guy and why was she not going out with him, it wasn't like he really liked her and she was going to turn him in anyway.
By the end of the day, she had procured her a date. Neville Longbottom. The little boy never knew what hit him. He was good-looking enough, but a bit on the round side. He also wasn't that tall, not that Jeanette was a giant (she would just have to lay off the high heels) and his hair. Well, she could fix that. He had been poking around looking for something for his Gran. Right after she kissed on the cheek and watched him walk dizzily out the door, the wind picked up.
Running to Weasley Whizzes, she asked Fred and George if she could spend the night after mentioning that she felt like she was being stalked (which she did) she got a rotating body guard of Fred, George, Lee, and some of their other cronies. She figured that Fred and George must have known something about the Order of the Phoenix meeting or else they wouldn't have been nearly as serious.
Author's Note: If you haven't figured it already, Taylor's the serpent, Jonathan's the griffin, Jeanette's the phoenix, Tayesha is the siren, and Diana is the unicorn.
Old Friends
Jonathan Carter. Handsome, athletic, intelligent, and ambitious. Ever since Jeanette met him, she had secretly admired him. He was the guy who helped break her wrist, treated her with mock-friendship in front of her parents, and cold indifference the rest of the time. He was a kind, generous, and gentle person, but somehow these wonderful attributes didn't pertain to her. But Jeanette never thought he would be. She was mixed, he was pure and he was better than her in all respects EXCEPT charms and history, but she was far too modest person to shove it down his throat. Even if she was that bold, he would probably return the favor by beating her at everything else. She hated him, at times she wanted to kill him, but still you had to admit even though he treated her like trash, he was a decent person and a very good wizard. He did community service, helped tutor, and he was extremely friendly. if you weren't a threat.
Jon was brilliant. The admiration also stemmed from a darker thought. She admired his cunning, his seemingly easiness of maneuvering others into deathtraps and leaving no traces, his lack of guilt. No, he wasn't a psychopath just a teenage boy driven to get great grades and willing to take anyone out. How she wanted to be able to do that to him and let him dangle. But Jeanette never was fast enough, sharp enough, clever enough, she had enough trouble just sidestepping him and the girls were worse. They had all banded together against her, "destroy the runt, and then settle differences." How could she like someone like that? How could she want to be like someone who hurt people? If Jeanette had things her way, she would have hated him, end of discussion.
However, things hardly went Jeanette way which seemed a bit unfair. She was a demi-god for crying out loud, not your everyday witch or muggle. The ambivalent feelings continued and as they grew older, admiration turned to respect, respect turned to like, and like unfortunately turned to infatuation. Make no mistake, Jeanette still hated the boy's guts and had plenty of fantasies about shoving down some steep stairs, on the other hand, she had an equal amount of fantasies about being friends. Jeanette was not that optimistic to think about boyfriend, girlfriend yet, at least consciously.
The reason that Jeanette was obsessing with Carter was because she had had a string of dreams about him. Wonderful dreams, a little too wonderful for comfort. In her dreams, he had grown taller and his sturdy build had turned lean. Were his bones becoming hollow like hers, befit of a bird? His features were sharp, striking and he was nothing but skin, bone, and toned muscle. He was all warm, hot metal. Bronze in his hair, gold in his eyes, and a copperish gleam in his skin.
They were flying away from the sunset toward the night. His hand was comforting in hers. When a bonfire appeared just a little ways from where they were, he stopped and moved a little ways from her, offering his hand. Each time, she got to that part of the dream she woke up. Tonight was going to be different, she told herself. She had gotten immensely curious.
Getting under the covers, she closed her eyes and in what seemed like moments the dream started. She opened her eyes and there he was standing next to her bed, beckoning. This was odd, because before they had cuddled before leaving but this time there was a certain sort of urgency. Instead of being dressed jeans and a T-shirt, he was in wizard clothes. He was wearing an open black cloak with a sleek pair of black pants and medieval looking, half-open, white, cotton shirt. Complete with his ruffled hair, the look suited him. He was never as appearance centered as Taylor, she thought.
She got up and took his hand. He led her to the door and they passed a gilt mirror on the way. Before Jeanette never looked at her reflection, somehow she knew that the illusion wouldn't work and she'd be herself again. Jon was the king of illusions and fitting with his personality, he would want her to be uncomfortable with her appearance. He wanted her meek.
This time, she looked. She had changed. Like Jon, she had gotten taller and more angular. However, unlike him her coloring was hideous. Dark reddish brown hair, almost black in the moonlight. Amber eyes against sandy skin. He stopped and glanced at her reflection.
"He will make you beautiful," he said airily. It was the first time he had spoken. He took her hand again and pulled her down the stairs and outside. The sun was setting and Jeanette turned and stared at it. She felt an odd dropping sensation in her stomach. She wanted get back inside, Jon made an impatient sound and tugged her arm.
They were suddenly in the air, flying very fast against the sun. Soon they were over forest and she saw the bonfire. It cast ominous shadows. There were figures of men. Jon moved a little way from her and offered his hand. Jeanette didn't want to go anymore. She moved away from him.
He grabbed her arm and she screeched. She clawed at him aiming for the eyes. The wonders about being a female was that you didn't have to worry about manly honor. She'd hit him anywhere to get away. He twisted her around so her back pressed against him and pulled her onto the ground. Pinning her to the dirt floor, his knees digging into her shoulders. She tried to burn him, flames licked at his pants, but they wouldn't burn. The flames jumped to try to catch his shirt, it was fire proof too. She tried harder and he hissed. He could feel the searing heat through the cloth.
She taunted him.
A dark hand grabbed her left wrist and twisted it so her forearm was exposed. Her arm went numb and the coldness spread throughout her body. Taylor? Whoever it was, he was behind Jon and she couldn't see him. She looked up for the first time. There were so many hooded and masked figures around her. Laughing, murmuring, she hated them.
Besides the person holding her arm, only one other was unmasked. Extremely thin, his face must have been once attractive, but it had somehow gotten warped. A shock of black hair, a long thin nose, cadaver-white skin, and horrible bloody eyes. He took out his wand and touched her exposed arm. It felt like something acidic had been forced under skin and now was eating its way to the surface. She screamed.
. and fell out bed.
It was morning, she had overslept. Throwing on some clothes and taking a mint, she ran downstairs to set up. Today was the first Hogwarts visitation day and Ginny was coming. She undid the three metal locks and the two magical ones. Things were getting worse on the streets. Everyone covered up in cloaks, not looking at anybody. The streets were filled with ambiguous figures that sent shivers up Jeanette's spine. She sat down behind the counter. Under the bright cheery buildings of Hogsmead panic was bubbling. In times of fear, people did stupid things. A shop was robbed about a week before Jeanette arrived, but the plus side was that scared people went to great lengths to comfort themselves. Bath products, massage gloves, and chocolate were going by the crate.
The bell jingled and a familiar face stepped in.
"God! Jeanette, you look different."
"So do you." Jeanette answered and indeed Ginny looked different. She'd slimmed down, her skin was tanned, and her hair. was in a bop. a very messy bop. "You cut it."
"Yes, it was getting to be a hassle in Quidditch, you know," Ginny said offhandedly and patted it. "So after a really windy game, I took my wand out and."
"It's very sporty," Jeanette offered, if you didn't look too closely. It was uneven. "Want some highlights? I'll charge you half price and I'll even lower myself and do it for you." She grabbed a sign under the counter and put it up. "If In Need of Assistance, Ask For Gloves." It sat next to the sign, "U Break, U Buy, U Cry." She also put up another one, "U Steal, Fido Gets a Meal." She whistled for Sable.
Half an hour later, Ginny was sitting in front of the sink, her hair was even and she had gold highlights. They chatted about Harry, the intolerable Hermione, Ron, diabolical Malfoy (she was starting to like him a business perspective, he made her more money that most of her female customers.) Then conversation shifted to focus on Jeanette.
"You have the cutest logo," Ginny cooed. Holding the carton. The label had "Mignonne" in curly silver-blue letters next to a tiny cartoonish electric blue owl.
"Fred didn't think it was very nice, but he gave me the owl, you know. I even named it after him. He didn't like being attached to such a girlish place, never mind he owns it technically."
"You called the owl Fred."
"Frederick except somehow it dwindled down to Frou Frou in the end. Frou really likes to groom himself for some reason and he steals my marbles to line his nest. I don't know if he just thinks they're pretty or maybe they're eggs." Frou Frou hearing his name flew over. They spent a few minutes cooing over him and rubbing his small rotund belly. There was a chiming sound downstairs and sighing Jeanette went down to get it. She had five customers, some of Angelina's younger friends. Lee Jordan and Angelina were now going steady. The giggling girls all bought beauty products, no food.
"You're having a dance or something?"
"Yeah," Ginny said. "For Halloween. I was thinking, we're about the same size and stuff so could I borrow your dress."
"The one I'm wearing right now?" Jeanette hadn't glanced down once since she threw the clothes. What was she wearing anyway? It was a Greek styled robe, thick crimped straps and fell straight down to the ankles. She wondered what she looked like, after further experimentation she could get her hair to match her clothes with a mint. It was in French-braided plaits that were pulled up and wrapped around her head like a crown. A bit formal, it made her look like she was out of school. "Okay. You want to buy a circlet and some jewelry to go with that?" Ginny frowned and shuffled her feet. "Tell ya wat, you convince all your friends to shop here and you get discounts?"
They ate lunch in the backroom, miso soup, green tea, and sushi each sitting on a cauldron. Ginny told her about Hogwarts, about the houses, and house elves, and the evil teachers.
"Gin, what'd you reckon my house would be?"
"Gryffindor, maybe Ravenclaw. You're so smart. Or maybe Hufflepuff, you're awful nice too." She chugged down the green tea.
"How 'bout Slytherin?" That's where all the Death Eaters were, she thought privately.
"Naw."
"You haven't seen the evil side of me." Before Ginny could ask exactly what was the evil side, the bell chimed again. Rolling her eyes, Jeanette went to get whatever the customer wanted.
It was Jon looking ruffled and cute in his Hogwarts robes, a Gryffindor. He smiled at her and her insides went cold. His appearance seemed to be toned down, his hair not as golden, his skin didn't glitter, and his eyes were dampened. An illusion. He put his arms on her shoulders familiarly, his thumbs stroking the straps. It felt nice. She moved back. A little too nice as in a creepy sort of nice. She was wary of him, but at the same time a voice whispered into her ear, "It was just a dream."
"So acting like a nerd was just part of an act?" He drawled. "You look very nice, Ren," he had shortened her name, her old name, and she didn't like that one bit. After years of treating her like trash, he suddenly showed up out of the blue. He was being way too comfortable.
"What can I do for you?" She asked coolly. "Flowers for a certain girl, chocolates, a manicure?" He had taken her hand now, stroking it. "Facial?" He moved very close to her and at first for the fleetest moment, she thought he was going to kiss her, but instead he whispered into her ear, "Join us."
Jeanette pulled away and grabbed the hand that was stroking hers. She pulled the sleeve up, no mark. He smiled at her and with the other hand, he pulled the sleeve back down and a glint caught her eye. On his middle finger was a heavy silver ring shaped like a serpent biting its tail. It had ruby eyes. A face seemed to leap in front of her face, Voldemort. She pulled back, just an illusion to scare you, she whispered to herself. Just an illusion, but everything was so real. She could hear the fire roaring in her ears, the chants, the pebbles biting into her back.
"NO!!!" She shouted.
"Derek!" A voice called behind Jeanette.
"Gin?!" He sounded elated. He smirked at Jeanette. "I see you're busy and I'll come back another time." He then turned his attention to Ginny. "You know her?"
"Oh, yeah. Jeanette used to work for Fred and George." Jeanette looked at Ginny with what she hoped was a shut-up stare.
"Is that so?"
"Are you going to the dance?"
"Thom invited me." Was Thom Taylor? What was going on?
"I was in the process of asking Jeanie here, but as you heard she wasn't so keen about it."
"Jeanette!" Ginny said in an exasperated tone. "Come with us." It was seemed like an echo of Jon's request. Join Voldemort. Join.
"No, thanks. So how do you guys know each other?"
"He's a beater." Ginny giggled. "Did he play at your old school? He and Thom just transferred in."
"Well, I'll let you girls talk. Bye, Jean." He kissed her cheek quickly.
"I thought you never had a boyfriend!" Ginny snapped.
"I didn't know I had one." Jeanette said, realizing at once that wasn't the brightest thing to say.
"Derek Turner. He's gorgeous. His blue eyes and blond hair, you guys look so together." Blond hair, blue eyes. Wait a moment, Jon had brown hair and brown eyes. Another illusion.
"Well, I'm not going. He's such a jerk under all that suaveness and a playboy too." Jeanette said sulkily.
"But. but every single girl who isn't out to get Ernie, Draco, or Harry is out to get him!!!"
"If you like him so much, you go with out with him?"
"This is a chance in a lifetime."
"No," Jeanette said firmly, "that's final." Some moments later, Jeanette found herself with Ginny in the storage room of Honeydukes. Ginny was explaining how to get into Hogwarts. Jeanette knew that she better warn Dumbledore. There were a couple of Death Eaters running around. It surprised her that they had joined the Dark Lord. They were always a bunch of jerks, but she always figured that they were good inside. That everything was just some immature death match. They had seemed good, they cared about people, their families. She never thought they would go so far. Didn't they know many people they were hurting? Then again, Jeanette was stupidly optimistic.
There was no way she was going with Jon. She was angry with him and she didn't know why. He was jerk, but seriously didn't she see this coming? She liked the guy and why was she not going out with him, it wasn't like he really liked her and she was going to turn him in anyway.
By the end of the day, she had procured her a date. Neville Longbottom. The little boy never knew what hit him. He was good-looking enough, but a bit on the round side. He also wasn't that tall, not that Jeanette was a giant (she would just have to lay off the high heels) and his hair. Well, she could fix that. He had been poking around looking for something for his Gran. Right after she kissed on the cheek and watched him walk dizzily out the door, the wind picked up.
Running to Weasley Whizzes, she asked Fred and George if she could spend the night after mentioning that she felt like she was being stalked (which she did) she got a rotating body guard of Fred, George, Lee, and some of their other cronies. She figured that Fred and George must have known something about the Order of the Phoenix meeting or else they wouldn't have been nearly as serious.
Author's Note: If you haven't figured it already, Taylor's the serpent, Jonathan's the griffin, Jeanette's the phoenix, Tayesha is the siren, and Diana is the unicorn.