Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, related characters, Sally, Jessi, Roni, Lillix, or Vanessa Carlton. The first song is "Tomorrow" by Lillix, and the second song is "Paradise" by Vanessa Carlton.
A/N: Well, another chapter. This one is about Sara after the Sorting. Sara's the main character, so she'll probably be the one I write most about. Don't worry, classes and the other girls are in the next chapter! Oh, and I decided that Draco's not mean to people in Slytherin. Snobby, maybe, but not mean.
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Items in Sara's Suitcase: Laptop, CD player, lots of CDs, DVDs, her mp3 player, Team CheeriosÓ, Reese's PuffsÓ (her two favorite cereals in the world), all the Skittles in the house, her clothes, her PJs, her guinea pig and its supplies, her turtle and its supplies (shut up~), a camera, some assorted candy, some assorted comfort objects (a doll that was her second doll ever, her diary, pictures, etc.), her contacts and glasses and supplies for them, her toiletries, and whatever I feel the need to be in her suitcase at various times of the story.
-----Sara, that night-----
Sara sighed. It was her first night being away from anybody she knew – she usually slept in her house, obviously, or she had a sleepover with the girls, or she was at summer camp, where they always knew the other people in the room. Actually, it was only about 9 P.M. in Hogwarts time, which felt like a lot earlier in Sara's time. Sara knew everybody's name, of course, but she was in a room with Pansy Parkinson, for heaven's sake. Pansy snored. Blaise Zabini was OK. She was how Sara had imagined her, long red hair, pale-ish skin, and tall.
Sara dug out her diary from in her suitcase and opened it up. It was one that Jessi had given her for her birthday in when they were in third grade (she thought, it had been a long time). It had Pooh Bear on it and said "A Special Spot For All My Thoughts". She used it when she needed to, and right now she needed to get out all her thoughts on her first real day (well, quarter day) at Hogwarts with kids around. She curled up on her bed and wrote:
Dear Diary, Thank God I got into Slytherin. Hmmmm… Draco's really hot. Better than in the books. Blaise is a girl, I see, glad that's cleared up. Ummmm… Crabbe and Goyle are as ugly as in the books, worse than in the movies, Pansy's ugly, and hm… that's all I see who I recognize. The girl I was sitting next to in the Great Hall (GH)'s name is Nadia. She's a third year, she's pretty nice. For a Slytherin, I mean. She's a lot like me, only two or three years younger. The Slytherin common room is pretty nice. It's like it was described in Chamber of Secrets. I wanna see what the Gryffindor common room looks like. Y'know, some of those fan artists were pretty close with some of the characters. Well, anyway, I have to go to bed. Classes tomorrow!
~Sara~
Sara didn't really have to go to bed, she just needed something to end the entry with. She got out her laptop and headphones, turned on the laptop, plugged in the headphones and put them on, and put a music CD that she had burned into the CD drive. Music blasted into her ears. She quietly sang along with the song, walking down the stairs to get to the common room.
Tomorrow's just another day, another way to spend my day,
All by myself.
Staring at the TV screen, flippin' through my magazine,
Everything is unclear,
I need you here.
Doo doo doo.
And I wake up, put on my makeup,
Pick up the phone, nobody's home.
I need to break out, get me some takeout,
Stand inside a crowd, I need to scream out loud,
That I'll be OK.
I'll be OK.
Walking down this winding road, rainy days are all I know
I have hit the ground
Staring up into the sky, counting all the reasons why
My mind is spinning around
I need to breathe,
Doo doo doo.
So I wake up, put on my makeup
Pick up the phone, nobody's home
I need to break out, get me some takeout
Stand inside a crowd, I want to scream out loud
That I'll be okay
I'll be okay
Get up from off the floor I, I just can't take no more
Leaving it all behind 'cause yesterday's gone
Na na
Na na na na na
Na na na na na
Na na na na
And I wake up, put on my makeup
Pick up the phone, nobody's home
I need to break out, get me some takeout
Stand inside a crowd, I want to scream out loud
I need to wake up, put on my makeup
Pick up the phone, nobody's home
I need to break out, get me some takeout
Stand inside a crowd, I want to scream out loud
I need to break out,
and alright,
and okay,
okay,
alright,
okay,
o yea
And we'll be all right
"What's on your head?" an arrogant voice asked from behind her. Sara blinked and took off her headphones (after stopping the music).
"Hm? What'd you say?"
"I said, what's on your head?" Draco asked, annoyed.
"Oh. I didn't hear you, the music was too loud. Anyway, these are Muggle devices called headphones, this –(gesturing to the laptop)- is a Muggle device called a laptop, and this is where the music comes from –(taking out the CD)-. Wanna listen?"
"Uhm… sure, I guess. Why do you have Muggle machines?"
"Because they're awesome. Now, what kind of music do you want to listen to? It's Muggle music."
"I don't know, what do you have?"
"Oh, I have everything. I have a range of music from suicidal music to really loud ones. D'you want a depressing one? It's not really depressing, that's just what my friend calls it."
"Uhm… I guess…"
"OK! Here, listen to this. It's my favorite song," Sara said, putting her headphones on the taller boy's head, then switching the track of the CD and turning the volume down.
Once upon a year gone by
She saw herself give in
Every time she closed her eyes
She saw what could have been
Well nothing hurts and nothing bleeds
When covers tucked in tight
Funny when the bottom drops
How she forgets to fight... to fight
And it's one more day in Paradise
One more day in Paradise
As darkness quickly steals the light
That shined within her eyes
She slowly swallows all her fear
And soothes her mind with lies
Well all she wants and all she needs
Are reasons to survive
A day in which the sun will take
Her artificial light... her light
And it's one more day in paradise
One more day in paradise
It's one more day in paradise
One last chance to feel alright... alright
Don't pretend to hold it in, just let it out
Don't pretend to hold it in, just push it out
Don't you try to hold it in, just let it out and
Don't you try to hold it in, you hold it in
And it's one more day in Paradise,
One more day in Paradise,
It's one more day in Paradise,
One last chance to feel alright… alright.
Once upon a year gone by
She saw herself give in
Every time she closed her eyes
She saw what could have been.
Sara took her headphones off Draco. "You like?"
"It's not bad. For Muggle music, I mean," he added. Sara laughed.
"Admit it. You liked it," she teased.
"No! It's Muggle music! Fine, I liked it!" he exclaimed, scowling, as Sara raised an eyebrow at him.
"That wasn't so hard, was it?" Sara asked sweetly. He made a face and plopped down in a chair next to her.
"Hey, wanna hear a really gross story?" Sara asked. Draco made a what-now face and accepted his fate.
"Alright, here it is." And Sara read him a Harry/Draco slash story off FFN. When it was over, he rushed away to throw up. When he came back, Sara smirked at him. "What's the matter, don't like my story?"
"NO! God, don't tell me anymore stories like that," he answered, shuddering.
"Oh, am I God now? I never realized I was held that high in your esteem," Sara laughed.
Draco just shook his head and sighed. "I'm going to bed." He got up and left.
Sara pouted, then logged onto AIM to chat with her friends. She chatted until midnight, then went to bed. The next day was classes, after all…
A/N: Well, another chapter. This one is about Sara after the Sorting. Sara's the main character, so she'll probably be the one I write most about. Don't worry, classes and the other girls are in the next chapter! Oh, and I decided that Draco's not mean to people in Slytherin. Snobby, maybe, but not mean.
Items in Sara's Suitcase: Laptop, CD player, lots of CDs, DVDs, her mp3 player, Team CheeriosÓ, Reese's PuffsÓ (her two favorite cereals in the world), all the Skittles in the house, her clothes, her PJs, her guinea pig and its supplies, her turtle and its supplies (shut up~), a camera, some assorted candy, some assorted comfort objects (a doll that was her second doll ever, her diary, pictures, etc.), her contacts and glasses and supplies for them, her toiletries, and whatever I feel the need to be in her suitcase at various times of the story.
Sara sighed. It was her first night being away from anybody she knew – she usually slept in her house, obviously, or she had a sleepover with the girls, or she was at summer camp, where they always knew the other people in the room. Actually, it was only about 9 P.M. in Hogwarts time, which felt like a lot earlier in Sara's time. Sara knew everybody's name, of course, but she was in a room with Pansy Parkinson, for heaven's sake. Pansy snored. Blaise Zabini was OK. She was how Sara had imagined her, long red hair, pale-ish skin, and tall.
Sara dug out her diary from in her suitcase and opened it up. It was one that Jessi had given her for her birthday in when they were in third grade (she thought, it had been a long time). It had Pooh Bear on it and said "A Special Spot For All My Thoughts". She used it when she needed to, and right now she needed to get out all her thoughts on her first real day (well, quarter day) at Hogwarts with kids around. She curled up on her bed and wrote:
Dear Diary, Thank God I got into Slytherin. Hmmmm… Draco's really hot. Better than in the books. Blaise is a girl, I see, glad that's cleared up. Ummmm… Crabbe and Goyle are as ugly as in the books, worse than in the movies, Pansy's ugly, and hm… that's all I see who I recognize. The girl I was sitting next to in the Great Hall (GH)'s name is Nadia. She's a third year, she's pretty nice. For a Slytherin, I mean. She's a lot like me, only two or three years younger. The Slytherin common room is pretty nice. It's like it was described in Chamber of Secrets. I wanna see what the Gryffindor common room looks like. Y'know, some of those fan artists were pretty close with some of the characters. Well, anyway, I have to go to bed. Classes tomorrow!
~Sara~
Sara didn't really have to go to bed, she just needed something to end the entry with. She got out her laptop and headphones, turned on the laptop, plugged in the headphones and put them on, and put a music CD that she had burned into the CD drive. Music blasted into her ears. She quietly sang along with the song, walking down the stairs to get to the common room.
Tomorrow's just another day, another way to spend my day,
All by myself.
Staring at the TV screen, flippin' through my magazine,
Everything is unclear,
I need you here.
Doo doo doo.
And I wake up, put on my makeup,
Pick up the phone, nobody's home.
I need to break out, get me some takeout,
Stand inside a crowd, I need to scream out loud,
That I'll be OK.
I'll be OK.
Walking down this winding road, rainy days are all I know
I have hit the ground
Staring up into the sky, counting all the reasons why
My mind is spinning around
I need to breathe,
Doo doo doo.
So I wake up, put on my makeup
Pick up the phone, nobody's home
I need to break out, get me some takeout
Stand inside a crowd, I want to scream out loud
That I'll be okay
I'll be okay
Get up from off the floor I, I just can't take no more
Leaving it all behind 'cause yesterday's gone
Na na
Na na na na na
Na na na na na
Na na na na
And I wake up, put on my makeup
Pick up the phone, nobody's home
I need to break out, get me some takeout
Stand inside a crowd, I want to scream out loud
I need to wake up, put on my makeup
Pick up the phone, nobody's home
I need to break out, get me some takeout
Stand inside a crowd, I want to scream out loud
I need to break out,
and alright,
and okay,
okay,
alright,
okay,
o yea
And we'll be all right
"What's on your head?" an arrogant voice asked from behind her. Sara blinked and took off her headphones (after stopping the music).
"Hm? What'd you say?"
"I said, what's on your head?" Draco asked, annoyed.
"Oh. I didn't hear you, the music was too loud. Anyway, these are Muggle devices called headphones, this –(gesturing to the laptop)- is a Muggle device called a laptop, and this is where the music comes from –(taking out the CD)-. Wanna listen?"
"Uhm… sure, I guess. Why do you have Muggle machines?"
"Because they're awesome. Now, what kind of music do you want to listen to? It's Muggle music."
"I don't know, what do you have?"
"Oh, I have everything. I have a range of music from suicidal music to really loud ones. D'you want a depressing one? It's not really depressing, that's just what my friend calls it."
"Uhm… I guess…"
"OK! Here, listen to this. It's my favorite song," Sara said, putting her headphones on the taller boy's head, then switching the track of the CD and turning the volume down.
Once upon a year gone by
She saw herself give in
Every time she closed her eyes
She saw what could have been
Well nothing hurts and nothing bleeds
When covers tucked in tight
Funny when the bottom drops
How she forgets to fight... to fight
And it's one more day in Paradise
One more day in Paradise
As darkness quickly steals the light
That shined within her eyes
She slowly swallows all her fear
And soothes her mind with lies
Well all she wants and all she needs
Are reasons to survive
A day in which the sun will take
Her artificial light... her light
And it's one more day in paradise
One more day in paradise
It's one more day in paradise
One last chance to feel alright... alright
Don't pretend to hold it in, just let it out
Don't pretend to hold it in, just push it out
Don't you try to hold it in, just let it out and
Don't you try to hold it in, you hold it in
And it's one more day in Paradise,
One more day in Paradise,
It's one more day in Paradise,
One last chance to feel alright… alright.
Once upon a year gone by
She saw herself give in
Every time she closed her eyes
She saw what could have been.
Sara took her headphones off Draco. "You like?"
"It's not bad. For Muggle music, I mean," he added. Sara laughed.
"Admit it. You liked it," she teased.
"No! It's Muggle music! Fine, I liked it!" he exclaimed, scowling, as Sara raised an eyebrow at him.
"That wasn't so hard, was it?" Sara asked sweetly. He made a face and plopped down in a chair next to her.
"Hey, wanna hear a really gross story?" Sara asked. Draco made a what-now face and accepted his fate.
"Alright, here it is." And Sara read him a Harry/Draco slash story off FFN. When it was over, he rushed away to throw up. When he came back, Sara smirked at him. "What's the matter, don't like my story?"
"NO! God, don't tell me anymore stories like that," he answered, shuddering.
"Oh, am I God now? I never realized I was held that high in your esteem," Sara laughed.
Draco just shook his head and sighed. "I'm going to bed." He got up and left.
Sara pouted, then logged onto AIM to chat with her friends. She chatted until midnight, then went to bed. The next day was classes, after all…