I sat on my bed, staring at the wall. I felt the warmth of a tear
trickle down my cheek, soaking into my skin, unwanted and unneeded. 'Why am
I crying?' I asked myself, 'I did not lose anything. He was 'double-
fancying'.' I gave a slight chuckle at my use of Fiona's words. The chuckle
did not, in fact, lighten my spirit. It just made shed more tears.
I was ready to go to the ball, wearing my dress, mascara streaming down my cheeks. Fiona hadn't seen my crying about this yet, I hadn't told her about it at all. She was in the bathroom doing her make-up. I walked in anyway, hoping for some sympathy.
"ACK! YOU MADE THE MASCARA RUN!!!!!!" She shrieked. That wasn't really what I was looking for. I looked up at her and sniffled overdramatically to get her to notice.
She studied me for a second, put her face very close up to mine, and said 'Aha' quite loudly. I was just relieved that she didn't kiss me. Fiona backed away slowly, cocked an eyebrow at me, sneezed, and grumbled a bit.
"What was all that for?" I asked.
"The sneeze?"
I sighed but continued, "no, the big 'eyebrow, eyebrow, grumble, aha, eyebrow, grumble' bit."
"Oh, that. I was studying you."
I had completely forgotten about Oliver by then, and was just taking my time in being perplexed with Fiona. "So, what did you find?" I asked.
"I found that you broke up with Oliver because of that wench," She said, looking more like a psychiatrist than a teenage girl.
I started sobbing again, and attempted to speak, "B-b-b-but I-eeee didnae wa-a-wa-wanna berake urpppppppp!"
Fiona stared at me for a second, trying to comprehend my sentence. After about thirty seconds her face expression changed from befuddle-ment to slight annoyance, once again, not the sympathy I was looking for. "If you didn't want to break up," she said, "then why did you?"
That stopped my crying. I looked up at her and grinned. "You know what, you're right. I shouldn't be crying about him, I should be recovering! I am strong! I am invincible! I am teenager, hear me complain!" And I stormed off into the bathroom to fix my make-up.
Whilst I was making my big triumphant speech, Fiona lightly uttered, "but that's not what I was talking about."
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A/N: Now, as I have been perusing other fan fictions I have noticed that all of them contain Yule Balls. This is quite an annoyance, and therefore we will just make the bit about the ball short. It just has to be there. I'm sorry for any hatred, dislike, or annoyances that I may gather from this, but at least it well develop the story!
~Camellia
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Fiona and I arrived at the Yule Ball soon after, heading straight for some chairs in the corner. I sat next to her, hoping no one would think we were dating each other.
I accidentally pushed my hand into the chair and felt my nail chip. I looked down at my hand to inspect the damage and noticed I still had Oliver's ring on. Instead of the silver it had been before, it had a tint of blue, and a shiny coating on the top. "So he's sad," I wondered to myself. I looked over at him, and he was once again crowded by girls. In fact, he didn't look one bit sad. He didn't even look at me! It was depressing.
The night basically went like that. Just slow song, fast song, slow song, slow song, fast song, fast song, fast song, etc, etc. Not one glance from Oliver. He danced with Nina Beurl, Tori Darle, Meg Rein, Andrea Parki, and, just as I had expected, Sarah. I had danced only with Robert Mairon, which isn't too bad, but he's no Oliver. Fiona, on the other hand, had at least four dancing partners. Once she sat down, I gestured to Oliver and Sarah.
"How could he do that?" She hissed.
I shrugged and looked back at them, "I suppose he just went up and asked her."
Fiona glared at me, "I meant, how could he be dancing with so many girls already, you guys just broke up a few hours ago!"
Sarah was still hanging on Oliver, but was soon disrupted by Draco's voice. He took her to a spot near us, right out of earshot. We watched from the corner of our eyes and listened intently.
"Sarah, even though you have a date and everything, I was wondering if you'd like to dance," Draco said. He seemed to be a little softer than we thought he would be. Sarah rolled her eyes and waved him off, not even giving him a reply. She gave us a glance of disgust, as she realized that we were listening and watching. We quickly returned the look.
"Why was she so mean to him?" I asked.
"Please, you're talking about Sarah here."
"Yeah, but she didn't have to be that mean!"
"That's not what matters here," Fiona said.
"There's something that does matter?"
"Yes. Didn't you hear? Sarah has a date! We have to figure out who it is!"
"Thank you, Nancy Drew," I said, rolling my eyes.
"Nancy Drew?"
"Muggle Literature."
"Oh," Fiona said, "but what if it's Oliver?"
"He's not that dim*," I said, "I'm pretty sure he has at least a little compassion in him. He wouldn't just bash me like that."
"I don't know, he did it while you were dating, so what's stopping him if you're not?"
"Well, he seemed upset when we broke up, so I suppose he's not going to just bounce back!" I cried. I covered my face with my hands, and felt the wet covering of the ring. "Erlack**!" I said, and quickly brought my hands away from my face. I wiped the spot where the ring touched my forehead, and looked down at my hands. The ring had something etched into it again, it said: 'I didn't'. I looked up at Oliver, hoping he was looking back at me, but he was too busy dancing with Sarah to notice me.
I sighed and stood up, walking out of the Great Hall.
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*Dim= stupid **Erlack= gross, disgusting. I.E.: Erlack a pongoes, which means very disgusting.
A/N: I promise to try and make longer chapters! I really, really do! But it is quality, not quantity, eh? ^^
I was ready to go to the ball, wearing my dress, mascara streaming down my cheeks. Fiona hadn't seen my crying about this yet, I hadn't told her about it at all. She was in the bathroom doing her make-up. I walked in anyway, hoping for some sympathy.
"ACK! YOU MADE THE MASCARA RUN!!!!!!" She shrieked. That wasn't really what I was looking for. I looked up at her and sniffled overdramatically to get her to notice.
She studied me for a second, put her face very close up to mine, and said 'Aha' quite loudly. I was just relieved that she didn't kiss me. Fiona backed away slowly, cocked an eyebrow at me, sneezed, and grumbled a bit.
"What was all that for?" I asked.
"The sneeze?"
I sighed but continued, "no, the big 'eyebrow, eyebrow, grumble, aha, eyebrow, grumble' bit."
"Oh, that. I was studying you."
I had completely forgotten about Oliver by then, and was just taking my time in being perplexed with Fiona. "So, what did you find?" I asked.
"I found that you broke up with Oliver because of that wench," She said, looking more like a psychiatrist than a teenage girl.
I started sobbing again, and attempted to speak, "B-b-b-but I-eeee didnae wa-a-wa-wanna berake urpppppppp!"
Fiona stared at me for a second, trying to comprehend my sentence. After about thirty seconds her face expression changed from befuddle-ment to slight annoyance, once again, not the sympathy I was looking for. "If you didn't want to break up," she said, "then why did you?"
That stopped my crying. I looked up at her and grinned. "You know what, you're right. I shouldn't be crying about him, I should be recovering! I am strong! I am invincible! I am teenager, hear me complain!" And I stormed off into the bathroom to fix my make-up.
Whilst I was making my big triumphant speech, Fiona lightly uttered, "but that's not what I was talking about."
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A/N: Now, as I have been perusing other fan fictions I have noticed that all of them contain Yule Balls. This is quite an annoyance, and therefore we will just make the bit about the ball short. It just has to be there. I'm sorry for any hatred, dislike, or annoyances that I may gather from this, but at least it well develop the story!
~Camellia
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Fiona and I arrived at the Yule Ball soon after, heading straight for some chairs in the corner. I sat next to her, hoping no one would think we were dating each other.
I accidentally pushed my hand into the chair and felt my nail chip. I looked down at my hand to inspect the damage and noticed I still had Oliver's ring on. Instead of the silver it had been before, it had a tint of blue, and a shiny coating on the top. "So he's sad," I wondered to myself. I looked over at him, and he was once again crowded by girls. In fact, he didn't look one bit sad. He didn't even look at me! It was depressing.
The night basically went like that. Just slow song, fast song, slow song, slow song, fast song, fast song, fast song, etc, etc. Not one glance from Oliver. He danced with Nina Beurl, Tori Darle, Meg Rein, Andrea Parki, and, just as I had expected, Sarah. I had danced only with Robert Mairon, which isn't too bad, but he's no Oliver. Fiona, on the other hand, had at least four dancing partners. Once she sat down, I gestured to Oliver and Sarah.
"How could he do that?" She hissed.
I shrugged and looked back at them, "I suppose he just went up and asked her."
Fiona glared at me, "I meant, how could he be dancing with so many girls already, you guys just broke up a few hours ago!"
Sarah was still hanging on Oliver, but was soon disrupted by Draco's voice. He took her to a spot near us, right out of earshot. We watched from the corner of our eyes and listened intently.
"Sarah, even though you have a date and everything, I was wondering if you'd like to dance," Draco said. He seemed to be a little softer than we thought he would be. Sarah rolled her eyes and waved him off, not even giving him a reply. She gave us a glance of disgust, as she realized that we were listening and watching. We quickly returned the look.
"Why was she so mean to him?" I asked.
"Please, you're talking about Sarah here."
"Yeah, but she didn't have to be that mean!"
"That's not what matters here," Fiona said.
"There's something that does matter?"
"Yes. Didn't you hear? Sarah has a date! We have to figure out who it is!"
"Thank you, Nancy Drew," I said, rolling my eyes.
"Nancy Drew?"
"Muggle Literature."
"Oh," Fiona said, "but what if it's Oliver?"
"He's not that dim*," I said, "I'm pretty sure he has at least a little compassion in him. He wouldn't just bash me like that."
"I don't know, he did it while you were dating, so what's stopping him if you're not?"
"Well, he seemed upset when we broke up, so I suppose he's not going to just bounce back!" I cried. I covered my face with my hands, and felt the wet covering of the ring. "Erlack**!" I said, and quickly brought my hands away from my face. I wiped the spot where the ring touched my forehead, and looked down at my hands. The ring had something etched into it again, it said: 'I didn't'. I looked up at Oliver, hoping he was looking back at me, but he was too busy dancing with Sarah to notice me.
I sighed and stood up, walking out of the Great Hall.
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*Dim= stupid **Erlack= gross, disgusting. I.E.: Erlack a pongoes, which means very disgusting.
A/N: I promise to try and make longer chapters! I really, really do! But it is quality, not quantity, eh? ^^