((Author's Note: *Considering the rave reviews I had on the first chapter
[hardy har har] I've decided to add another one. Yes, I know these aren't
real characters from the HP books, but give them a chance! :D Besides,
Harry, Hermione and Ron are just around the corner. Anyway, I would really
appreciate some kind of comment [preferably those with constructive stuff]
and I hope you enjoy this next installment!))
*asterix* = emphasized words
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Four Sides to Everything
Thinking the Right Way: Part One
"Weasley! Everywhere I go! Everything I do! It's always Weasley!" Snarled Vixen DeFrento, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Her glittering green eyes swept slowly over the significantly empty Great Hall until they landed on a rather perplexed and befuddled girl just beside her. The red head glared steadily, eyes narrowing until they were barely seen through her lids. Apparently, the look seemed to startle the tall girl enough to get her out the door and on her way. Vixen turned her head back to face the four long tables and then proceeded to walk into the Great Hall. Her strides were long and her steps were heavy. It was clearly obvious that she was stomping and making a ruckus on purpose.
As the door closed behind the red haired girl, another individual pushed it open. This was yet another of the female gender, though perhaps a little bit shorter than Vixen. She had plain brown hair that brushed her shoulders and large brown eyes that sparkled with amusement. Her lips were turned slightly upward in a smirk that would probably have pissed the red head off even more if she ever took notice of it. The second girl shook her head as she watched Vixen slump into a seat at the table designated for Ravenclaw. Only seconds later, the brunette followed the other girl's path and slammed her palms flat on the table before her. The shorter girl cleared her throat loudly, staring hard at the angry Vixen.
"Don't flatter yourself, girlie, this is at least the third time it's happened to you. You don't need to get yourself worked up over an honest mistake," pointed out the brunette rather plainly. Having been placed in the same house, the same dorm and being the same year as the temperamental red head, Darcelle LaJoliette had acquired a talent to steal the steam away from Vixen's infamous exaggerated anger.
"It is *not* only the third time and there is no way in the slightest that I resemble that. that. quiet, mousy, little Ginny Weasley!" Vixen shot back, slamming her own fists on the table. She continued to glare, though Darcie could tell she was doubting her numbers.
"You two do have the same hair cut, you know," Darcie pointed out with a sheepish grin. "And for a quiet mousy girl she's got quite a way of getting under your skin, indirectly I might add." Vixen rolled her eyes as she leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms over her chest. Once again her friend brought up a good point and once again the irritation she felt seemed to float away. //Just because I have red hair! I'm nothing like that Weasley!// The red head thought, almost as if she were trying to convince herself. It was a little bit harder to do than she had thought though, considering she had never really met the fourth year Gryffindor herself.
"It's just annoying when it happens. It was Harry one time, he grabbed my shoulder and he looked so disappointed when he saw I wasn't *her*. I should have slapped him, or something!" Grumbled the red haired Ravenclaw, chewing on her bottom lip. Darcie smirked and slowly nodded her head, easing herself into the chair opposite Vixen.
"Oh, I get it, you've got a thing for him don't you, that's your big problem," the brunette spoke slowly, studying the other girl across the table with a steady calculative stare. Vixen looked somewhat appalled.
"What are you talking about?"
"Harry Potter, that's what I'm talking about. You're attracted to him, aren't you?" Darcie pressed, leaning forward on the table with a knowing look that was beginning to make Vixen uncomfortable. The red head stared back almost as steadily and for a moment, the two Ravenclaws were locked in a staring contest. The competition didn't last long, however, for Vixen's green eyes averted themselves almost immediately leaving Darcie with a smug look on her face. "Do you have a problem with that?" Vixen snapped, glaring at the door on the other side of the Hall.
"Not at all, though I think you don't realize just how much like Ginny you really are," she intoned under her breath. Vixen hadn't caught her friend's last comment however for her mind had wandered to other things. The brunette shook her head and stood slowly, acquiring Vixen's attention with her movements.
"So where are you going?" The red head asked as she narrowed her green eyes suspiciously.
"I have an owl to send, if you don't mind, and I'll meet you in the library," replied Darcie. The other girl gave a strange look as she turned and started for the Great Hall doors.
"Library? Why the libra-Oh, right, Transfiguration project," muttered the red haired Ravenclaw as she, too, stood from her seat to follow Darcie's lead. As she started for the door however, her thoughts traveled back to the other red headed fourth year, the one in Gryffindor.
*asterix* = emphasized words
//double slashes// = indicate thought
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Four Sides to Everything
Thinking the Right Way: Part One
"Weasley! Everywhere I go! Everything I do! It's always Weasley!" Snarled Vixen DeFrento, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Her glittering green eyes swept slowly over the significantly empty Great Hall until they landed on a rather perplexed and befuddled girl just beside her. The red head glared steadily, eyes narrowing until they were barely seen through her lids. Apparently, the look seemed to startle the tall girl enough to get her out the door and on her way. Vixen turned her head back to face the four long tables and then proceeded to walk into the Great Hall. Her strides were long and her steps were heavy. It was clearly obvious that she was stomping and making a ruckus on purpose.
As the door closed behind the red haired girl, another individual pushed it open. This was yet another of the female gender, though perhaps a little bit shorter than Vixen. She had plain brown hair that brushed her shoulders and large brown eyes that sparkled with amusement. Her lips were turned slightly upward in a smirk that would probably have pissed the red head off even more if she ever took notice of it. The second girl shook her head as she watched Vixen slump into a seat at the table designated for Ravenclaw. Only seconds later, the brunette followed the other girl's path and slammed her palms flat on the table before her. The shorter girl cleared her throat loudly, staring hard at the angry Vixen.
"Don't flatter yourself, girlie, this is at least the third time it's happened to you. You don't need to get yourself worked up over an honest mistake," pointed out the brunette rather plainly. Having been placed in the same house, the same dorm and being the same year as the temperamental red head, Darcelle LaJoliette had acquired a talent to steal the steam away from Vixen's infamous exaggerated anger.
"It is *not* only the third time and there is no way in the slightest that I resemble that. that. quiet, mousy, little Ginny Weasley!" Vixen shot back, slamming her own fists on the table. She continued to glare, though Darcie could tell she was doubting her numbers.
"You two do have the same hair cut, you know," Darcie pointed out with a sheepish grin. "And for a quiet mousy girl she's got quite a way of getting under your skin, indirectly I might add." Vixen rolled her eyes as she leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms over her chest. Once again her friend brought up a good point and once again the irritation she felt seemed to float away. //Just because I have red hair! I'm nothing like that Weasley!// The red head thought, almost as if she were trying to convince herself. It was a little bit harder to do than she had thought though, considering she had never really met the fourth year Gryffindor herself.
"It's just annoying when it happens. It was Harry one time, he grabbed my shoulder and he looked so disappointed when he saw I wasn't *her*. I should have slapped him, or something!" Grumbled the red haired Ravenclaw, chewing on her bottom lip. Darcie smirked and slowly nodded her head, easing herself into the chair opposite Vixen.
"Oh, I get it, you've got a thing for him don't you, that's your big problem," the brunette spoke slowly, studying the other girl across the table with a steady calculative stare. Vixen looked somewhat appalled.
"What are you talking about?"
"Harry Potter, that's what I'm talking about. You're attracted to him, aren't you?" Darcie pressed, leaning forward on the table with a knowing look that was beginning to make Vixen uncomfortable. The red head stared back almost as steadily and for a moment, the two Ravenclaws were locked in a staring contest. The competition didn't last long, however, for Vixen's green eyes averted themselves almost immediately leaving Darcie with a smug look on her face. "Do you have a problem with that?" Vixen snapped, glaring at the door on the other side of the Hall.
"Not at all, though I think you don't realize just how much like Ginny you really are," she intoned under her breath. Vixen hadn't caught her friend's last comment however for her mind had wandered to other things. The brunette shook her head and stood slowly, acquiring Vixen's attention with her movements.
"So where are you going?" The red head asked as she narrowed her green eyes suspiciously.
"I have an owl to send, if you don't mind, and I'll meet you in the library," replied Darcie. The other girl gave a strange look as she turned and started for the Great Hall doors.
"Library? Why the libra-Oh, right, Transfiguration project," muttered the red haired Ravenclaw as she, too, stood from her seat to follow Darcie's lead. As she started for the door however, her thoughts traveled back to the other red headed fourth year, the one in Gryffindor.