Chapter Four
The changing of the season (from holiday to the school year) presented catastrophic measures in the Moon household. Each day Angelina found something new to add to her already bulging trunk, including her newfound love of makeup. Angelina had to look nice at school now that she had seen some of the gorgeous boys (a.k.a. Draco Malfoy), and she was constantly going through her bureau and desk drawers searching for any clothing or makeup that would make her appear more attractive this year. Her mother was always bickering on about how much time Angelina would take in her bathroom each morning as she experimented with different eye shadows and lipstick shades. One day Angelina was rumaging through her mother's bathroom cabinet when she found a large kit titled Fantasmagorical Faces. When she opened the kit she found many odd looking powders and glosses, some labled 'Beatrice's Bubbling Blush', and 'Lola's Lunar Lippy'. Angleina stared at 'Lola's Lunar Lippy', the way it bubbled and fumed in it's small compartment, and thought the more appropriate name for it was 'Lola's Lunatic Latte', and she wondered why on earth ANYONE would want to put that stuff on their lips. Angelina was about to retire from looking through Fantasmagorical Faces when her eyes rested on a soft pink powder that looked harmless and smelled of stargazer lilies. Angelina picked up one of her mother's powder puffs, dipped it in the powder and applied it to her face. The blush had a very nice effect and Angelina was sculpting a plan in her mind to sneak the Fantasmagorical Faces kit off to school with her when she heard her mother clunking up the stairs. "Good God child, are you done in there yet?" Ms. Moon cried, hammering on the bathroom door. In a whirl of panic Angelina threw the powder puff into the cabinet, restored the Stargazer Lily Blush she'd been using, closed and clasped up the makeup kit, and returned it to it's abode at the back of the cabinet. She then wiped off the counter she'd been working at, restored all the towels she'd used, and hurriedly picked up the makeup tubes she'd accidentally knocked over earlier. Finally she pulled out her hairbrush and began brushing her long blonde hair, acting as if that was all she'd been doing for the last forty minutes. When she opened the door her mother looked very stern as her eyes were narrowed and her hands were on her hips. "Thank God you'll be at Hogwarts soon and I won't have to wait around for two hours just to go into my own bathroom!" Angelina rolled her eyes. "Mum, you know that my extensive time in your bathroom is one of my many quirks you'll miss terribly when I die in a freak dueling accident." "What, the one where you're dueling against the most gorgeous guy you've ever seen and you're so gaga that you duel with your wand turned the wrong way," her mother asked in a sarcastically comedic way. "And I keep hitting myself with my own smells, slowly killing myself in the process!" Angelina finished, smiling as she moved out of her mother's way. "Yup! That's the one!" Ms. Moon shook her head. "You're hopeless, child," she said, walking passed Angelina into her bathroom. "Completely hopeless." "And that's why you love me," Angelina replied, still grinning foolishly. Her mother rolled her eyes and shut the bathroom door. For the next few hours Angelina sat in her bedroom, thinking about the school year to come as she tried to calmly read magazines. She wondered how tall Ron was now, she wondered if Hermionie (like Georgie) was starting to look all grown up. She thought about how it would be a much quieter year without her heroes Fred and George, and what she and Georgie could do to make it as if they had never left. She thought about all her teachers, wishing her favorite teacher, Professor Lupin, would be allowed to come back and teach Defense Against the Darks Arts. But somehow she knew that would never happen as he was a werewolf and many of the parents would highly disapprove of their children being taught by such a creature. Angelina turned the page of her magazine, CM (Charmed Monthly), to find a picture of a handsome model dressed in Quidditch Robes and holding a fancy broomstick in one hand and a shimmering Golden Snitch in the other. At the bottom of the ad it said For those of you who like the ground, there's Wizards Chess.For those of you who like the air, there's Quidditch. Angelina reread the words with raised eyebrows; what a stupid ad-it didn't make any sense. But Angelina wasn't troubled by the confusing sentence for long as she was off thinking about the school year again. She wondered whether or not they would have Quidditch matches this year, and if they did would she try out for the Gryffindor team. How would the Quidditch team survive this year? They had already lost Fred and George, and Harry hadn't had any practice last year as Professor Umbridge had banned Harry from playing Quidditch-or even using his broom for that matter. Ron hadn't been good that year, even though Angelina had always put on a phony smile and congratulated him. Ginny was okay, she just needed more practice, and the biggest problem for Gryffendor was that the Slytherin Quidditch team was supposed to be really good. Last year Angelina had watched them play a couple of times and had been amazed at how they all played-not to mention how they all cheated. But last year Angelina hadn't really thought about the Slytherin team at all- but now, as Draco had suddenly become ravishingly handsome she had a feeling she'd be paying a lot more attention to them. Angelina finished her magazine and grabbed another one from the side of her bed where she had piled all of them. This magazine was an older one, Glamory was written across the top of the page in sky blue shades and sparkles. There was a young, teenage witch on the cover page who kept smiling broadly, exposing all her perfect, straight teeth as she blinked up at Angelina. Love Potions, was written to the right of the witch; How to make him fall MADLY in love with you! Below that was What's your future? Take this quiz to determine your future job, lover, and family! See page 81. Angelina flipped through her magazine until she came to page eighty one. "What's your future?" she read aloud. "Take this quiz.da da da duh.blah blah blah.and family!" She looked over the quiz questions and read them as she went. "If you were to go on a date where would you prefer to go? A) A Weird Sisters concert, B) A great place to sit down and eat, such as the famous Io Café, C) A trip around the world atop a magic carpet." Angelina smiled. "Well that's an easy one," she said. "Of coarse I'd go to a Weird Sisters concert!" A small red check mark suddenly appeared beside the option A, though it came as no surprise to Angelina. Angelina quickly filled out the rest of the quiz, yawning at times as it wasn't really that exciting-nor did it take her mind off the train she'd be boarding the next day. When Angelina finished a woman's silky voice filled her room, announcing her quiz results. "Your future job will be a clerk at an Apothecary somewhere is the west. You will marry a man named Artimus Pigsly, and you will have absolutely no children whatsoever as you'll be too old by the time you marry Artimus." The voice started laughing as it slowly vanished from the room. "I will not marry a man named Artimus," Angelina cried. "And I'm not gonna work in a Apothecary, AND I may have children-I'm just not sure about that one." Angelina stood up and stretched her legs, she wondered what her children would look like-if she did have any. And she wondered who their father would be-if she did meet someone. This got her thinking about Draco again and she walked over to her desk and sat down before her mirror. What Angelina saw nearly made her scream. "MUM!!!!!" she yelled, jumping up from her desk and racing towards her mother's bathroom. "What is it now?" Ms. Moon called from inside the bathroom. "MUM! Mum!!! It's an emergency!" Angelina cried, banging on the bathroom door. "What is it?" Ms. Moon asked, sounding more urgent this time as she opened the bathroom door. "Mum," Angelina whimpered. "Look at my face." Ms. Moon looked, but there wasn't much of a face to see. Angelina's face was slowly disolving from sight, her young smooth skin melting away right before her mother's eyes. But Ms. Moon didn't seem to care that her daughter would soon be faceless and she just narrowed her eyes and placed her hands firmly on her hips. "What were you playing around with this time?" she asked, her voice low. "Mum! Mum! Look at my face!" Angelina cried, she was almost tearful; how could she attract Draco without a face? "Angelina Moon were you going through my makeup?" Angelina's mother demanded. Angelina felt what was left of her face go red. She shrugged her shoulders. "No ma'am I didn'-" But it was no use as Ms. Moon already knew the truth. "How many times must a remind you that MY makeup is out of bounds? Have you no memory, child!? Did you not think of what happened the last time you messed around with my things? Your hand swelled up like a balloon when you used my moisturizer!" "Well then why the hell are you buying products that are so destructive?" Angelina cried, wiping away some of the pale colored cream that had once been her flesh. "My products aren't made for nosy little girls!" Ms. Moon snapped. "You have to know how to some of them so that they'll work properly! And with others you have to be a certain age before they'll work! Now come on, we'd better fix your face before your skin stains my carpet! But be warned," she said, grabbing Angelina by the hand and pulling her towards the bathroom sink. "If you're face starts to melt again all because you used my makeup then you'll never have a face again!" Angelina laughed. "Alright mum, sheesh! You don't hafta start using your goofy pirate voice on me just to get the message across!" Angelina's mother furrowed her brow and crossed her arms. "Okay," Angelina said in a nervous tone. "Erm.why don't you just get started on fixing my face?" She smiled sheepishly as her bottom lip began to slide off her face along with her cream-like skin.
The changing of the season (from holiday to the school year) presented catastrophic measures in the Moon household. Each day Angelina found something new to add to her already bulging trunk, including her newfound love of makeup. Angelina had to look nice at school now that she had seen some of the gorgeous boys (a.k.a. Draco Malfoy), and she was constantly going through her bureau and desk drawers searching for any clothing or makeup that would make her appear more attractive this year. Her mother was always bickering on about how much time Angelina would take in her bathroom each morning as she experimented with different eye shadows and lipstick shades. One day Angelina was rumaging through her mother's bathroom cabinet when she found a large kit titled Fantasmagorical Faces. When she opened the kit she found many odd looking powders and glosses, some labled 'Beatrice's Bubbling Blush', and 'Lola's Lunar Lippy'. Angleina stared at 'Lola's Lunar Lippy', the way it bubbled and fumed in it's small compartment, and thought the more appropriate name for it was 'Lola's Lunatic Latte', and she wondered why on earth ANYONE would want to put that stuff on their lips. Angelina was about to retire from looking through Fantasmagorical Faces when her eyes rested on a soft pink powder that looked harmless and smelled of stargazer lilies. Angelina picked up one of her mother's powder puffs, dipped it in the powder and applied it to her face. The blush had a very nice effect and Angelina was sculpting a plan in her mind to sneak the Fantasmagorical Faces kit off to school with her when she heard her mother clunking up the stairs. "Good God child, are you done in there yet?" Ms. Moon cried, hammering on the bathroom door. In a whirl of panic Angelina threw the powder puff into the cabinet, restored the Stargazer Lily Blush she'd been using, closed and clasped up the makeup kit, and returned it to it's abode at the back of the cabinet. She then wiped off the counter she'd been working at, restored all the towels she'd used, and hurriedly picked up the makeup tubes she'd accidentally knocked over earlier. Finally she pulled out her hairbrush and began brushing her long blonde hair, acting as if that was all she'd been doing for the last forty minutes. When she opened the door her mother looked very stern as her eyes were narrowed and her hands were on her hips. "Thank God you'll be at Hogwarts soon and I won't have to wait around for two hours just to go into my own bathroom!" Angelina rolled her eyes. "Mum, you know that my extensive time in your bathroom is one of my many quirks you'll miss terribly when I die in a freak dueling accident." "What, the one where you're dueling against the most gorgeous guy you've ever seen and you're so gaga that you duel with your wand turned the wrong way," her mother asked in a sarcastically comedic way. "And I keep hitting myself with my own smells, slowly killing myself in the process!" Angelina finished, smiling as she moved out of her mother's way. "Yup! That's the one!" Ms. Moon shook her head. "You're hopeless, child," she said, walking passed Angelina into her bathroom. "Completely hopeless." "And that's why you love me," Angelina replied, still grinning foolishly. Her mother rolled her eyes and shut the bathroom door. For the next few hours Angelina sat in her bedroom, thinking about the school year to come as she tried to calmly read magazines. She wondered how tall Ron was now, she wondered if Hermionie (like Georgie) was starting to look all grown up. She thought about how it would be a much quieter year without her heroes Fred and George, and what she and Georgie could do to make it as if they had never left. She thought about all her teachers, wishing her favorite teacher, Professor Lupin, would be allowed to come back and teach Defense Against the Darks Arts. But somehow she knew that would never happen as he was a werewolf and many of the parents would highly disapprove of their children being taught by such a creature. Angelina turned the page of her magazine, CM (Charmed Monthly), to find a picture of a handsome model dressed in Quidditch Robes and holding a fancy broomstick in one hand and a shimmering Golden Snitch in the other. At the bottom of the ad it said For those of you who like the ground, there's Wizards Chess.For those of you who like the air, there's Quidditch. Angelina reread the words with raised eyebrows; what a stupid ad-it didn't make any sense. But Angelina wasn't troubled by the confusing sentence for long as she was off thinking about the school year again. She wondered whether or not they would have Quidditch matches this year, and if they did would she try out for the Gryffindor team. How would the Quidditch team survive this year? They had already lost Fred and George, and Harry hadn't had any practice last year as Professor Umbridge had banned Harry from playing Quidditch-or even using his broom for that matter. Ron hadn't been good that year, even though Angelina had always put on a phony smile and congratulated him. Ginny was okay, she just needed more practice, and the biggest problem for Gryffendor was that the Slytherin Quidditch team was supposed to be really good. Last year Angelina had watched them play a couple of times and had been amazed at how they all played-not to mention how they all cheated. But last year Angelina hadn't really thought about the Slytherin team at all- but now, as Draco had suddenly become ravishingly handsome she had a feeling she'd be paying a lot more attention to them. Angelina finished her magazine and grabbed another one from the side of her bed where she had piled all of them. This magazine was an older one, Glamory was written across the top of the page in sky blue shades and sparkles. There was a young, teenage witch on the cover page who kept smiling broadly, exposing all her perfect, straight teeth as she blinked up at Angelina. Love Potions, was written to the right of the witch; How to make him fall MADLY in love with you! Below that was What's your future? Take this quiz to determine your future job, lover, and family! See page 81. Angelina flipped through her magazine until she came to page eighty one. "What's your future?" she read aloud. "Take this quiz.da da da duh.blah blah blah.and family!" She looked over the quiz questions and read them as she went. "If you were to go on a date where would you prefer to go? A) A Weird Sisters concert, B) A great place to sit down and eat, such as the famous Io Café, C) A trip around the world atop a magic carpet." Angelina smiled. "Well that's an easy one," she said. "Of coarse I'd go to a Weird Sisters concert!" A small red check mark suddenly appeared beside the option A, though it came as no surprise to Angelina. Angelina quickly filled out the rest of the quiz, yawning at times as it wasn't really that exciting-nor did it take her mind off the train she'd be boarding the next day. When Angelina finished a woman's silky voice filled her room, announcing her quiz results. "Your future job will be a clerk at an Apothecary somewhere is the west. You will marry a man named Artimus Pigsly, and you will have absolutely no children whatsoever as you'll be too old by the time you marry Artimus." The voice started laughing as it slowly vanished from the room. "I will not marry a man named Artimus," Angelina cried. "And I'm not gonna work in a Apothecary, AND I may have children-I'm just not sure about that one." Angelina stood up and stretched her legs, she wondered what her children would look like-if she did have any. And she wondered who their father would be-if she did meet someone. This got her thinking about Draco again and she walked over to her desk and sat down before her mirror. What Angelina saw nearly made her scream. "MUM!!!!!" she yelled, jumping up from her desk and racing towards her mother's bathroom. "What is it now?" Ms. Moon called from inside the bathroom. "MUM! Mum!!! It's an emergency!" Angelina cried, banging on the bathroom door. "What is it?" Ms. Moon asked, sounding more urgent this time as she opened the bathroom door. "Mum," Angelina whimpered. "Look at my face." Ms. Moon looked, but there wasn't much of a face to see. Angelina's face was slowly disolving from sight, her young smooth skin melting away right before her mother's eyes. But Ms. Moon didn't seem to care that her daughter would soon be faceless and she just narrowed her eyes and placed her hands firmly on her hips. "What were you playing around with this time?" she asked, her voice low. "Mum! Mum! Look at my face!" Angelina cried, she was almost tearful; how could she attract Draco without a face? "Angelina Moon were you going through my makeup?" Angelina's mother demanded. Angelina felt what was left of her face go red. She shrugged her shoulders. "No ma'am I didn'-" But it was no use as Ms. Moon already knew the truth. "How many times must a remind you that MY makeup is out of bounds? Have you no memory, child!? Did you not think of what happened the last time you messed around with my things? Your hand swelled up like a balloon when you used my moisturizer!" "Well then why the hell are you buying products that are so destructive?" Angelina cried, wiping away some of the pale colored cream that had once been her flesh. "My products aren't made for nosy little girls!" Ms. Moon snapped. "You have to know how to some of them so that they'll work properly! And with others you have to be a certain age before they'll work! Now come on, we'd better fix your face before your skin stains my carpet! But be warned," she said, grabbing Angelina by the hand and pulling her towards the bathroom sink. "If you're face starts to melt again all because you used my makeup then you'll never have a face again!" Angelina laughed. "Alright mum, sheesh! You don't hafta start using your goofy pirate voice on me just to get the message across!" Angelina's mother furrowed her brow and crossed her arms. "Okay," Angelina said in a nervous tone. "Erm.why don't you just get started on fixing my face?" She smiled sheepishly as her bottom lip began to slide off her face along with her cream-like skin.