Author's Note : Super, special thanks to Thalia, without whom, this entire work would not be possible. I owe her a lot, and I just want to make it known that though the pairing mentioned in this story might still have existed, it would be nothing interesting without her. All thanks go to her, and a special nod should be given to her characterizations of Cassius Warrington and Kirsten Bundy as well as her help and input in using the character of Seamus Finnigan.
Disclaimer : I am poor and own nothing. All characters, situations, places, etc. therein belong to J. K. Rowling unless otherwise noted. No copyright is being infringed and no money is being made. Etc. Etc. Etc.
There is no happiness. There is no happiness. There is no... I MEAN IT DAMMIT!!!11!!
Emma's just pretending. Or delusional. Yes.
And I thought that she'd be a kindred spirit to me, and comprehend the depths of despair. She has a slight look of weariness in her eyes that comes of despair. I love despair... or I would, if love was real.
But right now, her smile's giving Britney's a run for its money. She's just gotten MARRIED. Perish the thought! Perish it!!11
They're smooching like some cheesy teen movie, too.
Not that I EVER watch those things. I'm Ravenna Le Noir. Really. I'm BETTER than that.
If I didn't know better, I'd think that they thought that they were really in LOVE. It's scary. I know that Britney thinks it's scary too. For once, we agree on things.
Ugh, and the sun's reflecting off this horrid dress I'm wearing wish clashes with my pale skin, and OH GOOD GOD I sound like the Peroxide Bimbo standing on my right. First we agree on that crazy love thing that my cousin's dabbling in and now I worry about the same things she does.
I REALLY need to get out of the sunlight.
I'm not a vampyre (*le sigh*) but we can always hope... right?
Enough with the change of saliva already! Let me out of the stupid dress and out of the damaging sun!
All right. They've finished the smooching. For now at least. This is terrible. They don't even have any tastefully existentialist friends. The blonde girl who's Emma's friend from her school (which might be Wiccan or something) is giving me odd looks. She thinks that vampyres are BAD. What the hell?!
Alright, now my cousin and her new husband are walking through the crowd and away from me. Oh, sweet God, finally! I'm free! I'm...OH SHIT! There's a reception!?
I might have to... to... MINGLE?! Oh... and Britney is eyeing the best man. He's got a redhead's pale complexion (well... with freckles) and HE DIDN'T DYE HIS HAIR BLACK! Britney has TERRIBLE taste.
Oh, cruel fate, why did I not forsee this coming?! I am SO asking for a refund on my 'Junior Fortuneteller's Glass' (TM) when I go back home!!
