Amie arrived at the Halloween Ball and sat in the corner, sure she looked
fabulous in her Long Gothic dress but she didn't feel special. As per
usual she was ignored as she came into the Hall, her heart sank but she
should have known. A part of her wished that they noticed her. "Hey
Rosie, I thought you were in detention!" came a small voice. Amie turned
to her; she had short blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. It was Emily,
Rosie's friend. Amie should have known. The only person to talk to her
and she calls her Rosie.
Amie smiled sweetly although she felt like she wanted to curl up and die. "She is" Amie replied, she sighed again as the girl raised her eyebrow confused. "My name is Amie Black. Rosie Granger is my best friend. People are always calling me Rosie. It's annoying. It's not like we look alike or anything!" She stood up and headed to get herself a drink leaving the small blonde girl confused. "I might as well go check on Rosie." She thought to herself as she walked out of the Hall and down the corridor.
Once Amie reached the dungeons she peaked her head through the door to see Rosie and Rob dancing. She slid down the wall next to the door and began to cry silently. She felt alone. No one ever wanted to talk to her, the only person who bothered with her was Rosie and now that she had Rob she wasn't going to want to talk to Amie anymore. Amie stood up and ran back up to the Gryffindor dorms. Amie didn't belong in Gryffindor she knew it; every one seemed to hiss at her when she walked in or worse, ignore her completely. Amie wondered if she died would anyone miss her.
As she curled herself in a ball on her bed she remembered what the sorting hat said. Should she really have been put in Slytherin? It would have explained a few things. Amie's mind was deep in thought until she finally fell asleep.
Amie smiled sweetly although she felt like she wanted to curl up and die. "She is" Amie replied, she sighed again as the girl raised her eyebrow confused. "My name is Amie Black. Rosie Granger is my best friend. People are always calling me Rosie. It's annoying. It's not like we look alike or anything!" She stood up and headed to get herself a drink leaving the small blonde girl confused. "I might as well go check on Rosie." She thought to herself as she walked out of the Hall and down the corridor.
Once Amie reached the dungeons she peaked her head through the door to see Rosie and Rob dancing. She slid down the wall next to the door and began to cry silently. She felt alone. No one ever wanted to talk to her, the only person who bothered with her was Rosie and now that she had Rob she wasn't going to want to talk to Amie anymore. Amie stood up and ran back up to the Gryffindor dorms. Amie didn't belong in Gryffindor she knew it; every one seemed to hiss at her when she walked in or worse, ignore her completely. Amie wondered if she died would anyone miss her.
As she curled herself in a ball on her bed she remembered what the sorting hat said. Should she really have been put in Slytherin? It would have explained a few things. Amie's mind was deep in thought until she finally fell asleep.