Behind The Mask Chapter 9 Abby
That night I paced around the castle like a mad man. I was beating my self mentally for licking Potter. * He was quite delicious if you ask me...I mean...well I don't know. * I stared out of a nearby window. My friend Abby found me there. I liked her, she was a nice girl, but she had a devious mind. She really should have been in Slytherin, but her kindness overruled her bad side slightly enough for her to land in Hufflepuff.
She was a year younger then me, and had run into me on a good day in my Second year. She was lovely, she had long black curly hair, highlighted naturally, and she had gray eyes that are ten times lighter then my own gray eyes. She had fit almost everything I had wanted in someone. This time it was Potter's fault I lost her! And I was thinking long term too! Damn him! (He doesn't want to admit it's his fault.)
She had timidly asked me out that night, and I had said yes, and invited her for a late night snack in my room. She agreed with a lovely smile. Potter wasn't there when we got in, which was fine with me. I had a mini frig. And freezer, so I fixed us some root beer floats. She smiled at me and leaned in...And the door burst in, with a pale looking Potter in the doorway. He shut it and leaned against it sobbing quietly. His face was bruised, his robes and vest gone, his hair messier then usual, his short was ripped in a few places, and his tie was undone.
I noticed his glasses were broken in a clenched fist. He seemed to come out of a trance as he noticed us. "Oh...sorry." He whispered. "What do you want?!" And why do I want to hug you? "I'll...leave." And he did. "That was rude! I don't care if you are a Slytherin! That was low!" She slapped me hard and ran out. I blinked, glaring at the door. "STUPID POTTER!!" I yelled and stormed off to find him. If he wanted my comfort...he'd get it! I'm falling deeper and faster in this strange unknown emotion. I just didn't realize it.
~Fin
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That night I paced around the castle like a mad man. I was beating my self mentally for licking Potter. * He was quite delicious if you ask me...I mean...well I don't know. * I stared out of a nearby window. My friend Abby found me there. I liked her, she was a nice girl, but she had a devious mind. She really should have been in Slytherin, but her kindness overruled her bad side slightly enough for her to land in Hufflepuff.
She was a year younger then me, and had run into me on a good day in my Second year. She was lovely, she had long black curly hair, highlighted naturally, and she had gray eyes that are ten times lighter then my own gray eyes. She had fit almost everything I had wanted in someone. This time it was Potter's fault I lost her! And I was thinking long term too! Damn him! (He doesn't want to admit it's his fault.)
She had timidly asked me out that night, and I had said yes, and invited her for a late night snack in my room. She agreed with a lovely smile. Potter wasn't there when we got in, which was fine with me. I had a mini frig. And freezer, so I fixed us some root beer floats. She smiled at me and leaned in...And the door burst in, with a pale looking Potter in the doorway. He shut it and leaned against it sobbing quietly. His face was bruised, his robes and vest gone, his hair messier then usual, his short was ripped in a few places, and his tie was undone.
I noticed his glasses were broken in a clenched fist. He seemed to come out of a trance as he noticed us. "Oh...sorry." He whispered. "What do you want?!" And why do I want to hug you? "I'll...leave." And he did. "That was rude! I don't care if you are a Slytherin! That was low!" She slapped me hard and ran out. I blinked, glaring at the door. "STUPID POTTER!!" I yelled and stormed off to find him. If he wanted my comfort...he'd get it! I'm falling deeper and faster in this strange unknown emotion. I just didn't realize it.
~Fin
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