A/N: I need some flames or reviews or something to let me know you're
reading this little misfit story.
Christmas... I groggily turned in my bed, trying to make my self even more buried under the mound of covers. I seriously dreaded having to face the other Ravenclaws that had stayed back. I'd hate seeing their faces of sympathy when I only had one present to open.
It was now or never. I slipped my bare legs out of the covers and slipped on a long dark flannel nightshirt that hung down past my ankles. I hugged myself in its warmth and slipped on my kiddie, superman slippers.
As I wandered down the stairs I saw the tip of the tree. Madam Briar had outdone herself this year in her decorating. That and the seventh years added some changes of their own, as was accustomed to our house.
When I had reached the base of the tree I silently admired all of the ornaments. My favourite was the one of the constellation of Orion. I thought it the most beautiful.
Orion...my cousin. Uncle Ron's son. He was a year older and in the Gryfindor house with the rest of my cousins. I think I might be a disappointment to the family. I am the only known Weasley or Marche that hasn't been in Gryfindor. I usually had lunch with my Weasley cousins in the afternoons, just out of habit. I mean, there are no more Marches alive and all I have left is my fathers' side of the family.
I looked down at the baskets of presents. My eyes went wide with shock as I realized one basket; one basket was for me! I carefully picked it up, not wanting it to fall apart. I hurriedly took it up to my room and laid it on my bed.
I picked up the first gift from my Uncle Percy and his family. I tore the package open; quills, a new feather pen and time charm. I smiled with warmth. The next was from Aunt Ginny and her two kids; fairy dust and unicorns breath, an orb and a necklace. The next was a black knit sweatshirt complete with hood and a tiny silver dragon on the back. The packages also included some money and a summoning spell. This was all from Grandpa and Grandmum. Uncle Ron and family had bought me some cds and posters. Uncle Fred sent me; well I'm not to sure what it is. It is odd. That's the truth.
Uncle George and his girlfriend sent me some of his wonderful new invention called Blow Choc Chunk. I already know what this does so I set it aside, along with his Blue Bomb Pen.
I looked over at the three remaining presents. I picked up the heavy one, Uncle Charlie's package. As I tore open the wrapping, it revealed a lovely, way too lovely dress. He always bought me one for the parties at Christmas. Setting on top of the dress was a flame necklace. Dragon flame warped around the metal. I had two presents left. But who were they from?
The smallest one was another from Uncle Charlie, flame earrings as well. He always spoils me. I don't know why.
Hesitantly I picked up the package, and then put it back, waiting till later to open it. Now was time for breakfast, and I am very hungry. I ran down the stairs, knocking into a very troublesome looking Dmitri.
"What are you doing up here?" I demanded. He looked at me with those eyes and turned his head. "Well?" I demanded again. "Aren't you going to answer me?"
Dmitri turned and stared down at me. "No." he said with a smirk. There is something in his eyes, but what it is, I just can't name.
Then before I knew it he grabbed my hand. MY HAND! I hurriedly yanked it back and Dmitri walked off. It wasn't until after he had turned the corner that I felt something in my hand. I looked down at the piece of parchment with his handwriting scribbled down on it.
Dear Lunnette, I'm sorry I haven't seen you around much. MERRY CHRISTMAS
Love, Dmitri
I'm sorry? Merry Christmas? LOVE?! Was he joking? I mean, it has to be a joke. No one has ever cared enough about me to do this kind of thing. Well at least any one my equal. My family wrote me, at times, except my cousins. My cousins kind of dismissed the fact I was even around when they see me in the halls.
I held his note tight in my hand. My very first personal letter. Well, personal to me at least. I'm still a little shocked that some one actually cared enough to write to me, even if it is less than five sentences. Someone cared. Dmitri cared; why?
I started down the halls and stairs, hoping to catch up with Dmitri, when he was alone. So I could ask what kind of cruel joke this was. A letter, signed with love at that.
I saw him. I grabbed his shirt and turned him around and made him hit the wall. "What's this all about?" I yelled, waving the note he forced into my hand in the air.
Dmitri got defensive. "Geez, Sorry I tried to be nice to you! I thought you might like a letter."
"I DON'T NEED PITY! I don't need friends." I half yelled half whispered to him.
"Yeah, could've fooled me. All I ever see of you is you're cloak fluttering in the shadows. You never talk to any of the Students, just the profs. So fine," he said grabbing the note from my outstretched hand, "Don't want it? I'll take it back. Forget I even talked to you!" and he stormed away.
I glared after him. Then it hit me. Dmitri wasn't lying, he was telling me the truth...and I...I back lashed out at him. It 's his own fault. He shouldn't have been kind to me. I shouldn't feel guilty for what I did, but I did. And now I feel horrible. For once I feel horrible about hurting someone, and all that he cared about was trying to make me happy. Some one tried to make me happy...on Chirstmas.
Christmas... I groggily turned in my bed, trying to make my self even more buried under the mound of covers. I seriously dreaded having to face the other Ravenclaws that had stayed back. I'd hate seeing their faces of sympathy when I only had one present to open.
It was now or never. I slipped my bare legs out of the covers and slipped on a long dark flannel nightshirt that hung down past my ankles. I hugged myself in its warmth and slipped on my kiddie, superman slippers.
As I wandered down the stairs I saw the tip of the tree. Madam Briar had outdone herself this year in her decorating. That and the seventh years added some changes of their own, as was accustomed to our house.
When I had reached the base of the tree I silently admired all of the ornaments. My favourite was the one of the constellation of Orion. I thought it the most beautiful.
Orion...my cousin. Uncle Ron's son. He was a year older and in the Gryfindor house with the rest of my cousins. I think I might be a disappointment to the family. I am the only known Weasley or Marche that hasn't been in Gryfindor. I usually had lunch with my Weasley cousins in the afternoons, just out of habit. I mean, there are no more Marches alive and all I have left is my fathers' side of the family.
I looked down at the baskets of presents. My eyes went wide with shock as I realized one basket; one basket was for me! I carefully picked it up, not wanting it to fall apart. I hurriedly took it up to my room and laid it on my bed.
I picked up the first gift from my Uncle Percy and his family. I tore the package open; quills, a new feather pen and time charm. I smiled with warmth. The next was from Aunt Ginny and her two kids; fairy dust and unicorns breath, an orb and a necklace. The next was a black knit sweatshirt complete with hood and a tiny silver dragon on the back. The packages also included some money and a summoning spell. This was all from Grandpa and Grandmum. Uncle Ron and family had bought me some cds and posters. Uncle Fred sent me; well I'm not to sure what it is. It is odd. That's the truth.
Uncle George and his girlfriend sent me some of his wonderful new invention called Blow Choc Chunk. I already know what this does so I set it aside, along with his Blue Bomb Pen.
I looked over at the three remaining presents. I picked up the heavy one, Uncle Charlie's package. As I tore open the wrapping, it revealed a lovely, way too lovely dress. He always bought me one for the parties at Christmas. Setting on top of the dress was a flame necklace. Dragon flame warped around the metal. I had two presents left. But who were they from?
The smallest one was another from Uncle Charlie, flame earrings as well. He always spoils me. I don't know why.
Hesitantly I picked up the package, and then put it back, waiting till later to open it. Now was time for breakfast, and I am very hungry. I ran down the stairs, knocking into a very troublesome looking Dmitri.
"What are you doing up here?" I demanded. He looked at me with those eyes and turned his head. "Well?" I demanded again. "Aren't you going to answer me?"
Dmitri turned and stared down at me. "No." he said with a smirk. There is something in his eyes, but what it is, I just can't name.
Then before I knew it he grabbed my hand. MY HAND! I hurriedly yanked it back and Dmitri walked off. It wasn't until after he had turned the corner that I felt something in my hand. I looked down at the piece of parchment with his handwriting scribbled down on it.
Dear Lunnette, I'm sorry I haven't seen you around much. MERRY CHRISTMAS
Love, Dmitri
I'm sorry? Merry Christmas? LOVE?! Was he joking? I mean, it has to be a joke. No one has ever cared enough about me to do this kind of thing. Well at least any one my equal. My family wrote me, at times, except my cousins. My cousins kind of dismissed the fact I was even around when they see me in the halls.
I held his note tight in my hand. My very first personal letter. Well, personal to me at least. I'm still a little shocked that some one actually cared enough to write to me, even if it is less than five sentences. Someone cared. Dmitri cared; why?
I started down the halls and stairs, hoping to catch up with Dmitri, when he was alone. So I could ask what kind of cruel joke this was. A letter, signed with love at that.
I saw him. I grabbed his shirt and turned him around and made him hit the wall. "What's this all about?" I yelled, waving the note he forced into my hand in the air.
Dmitri got defensive. "Geez, Sorry I tried to be nice to you! I thought you might like a letter."
"I DON'T NEED PITY! I don't need friends." I half yelled half whispered to him.
"Yeah, could've fooled me. All I ever see of you is you're cloak fluttering in the shadows. You never talk to any of the Students, just the profs. So fine," he said grabbing the note from my outstretched hand, "Don't want it? I'll take it back. Forget I even talked to you!" and he stormed away.
I glared after him. Then it hit me. Dmitri wasn't lying, he was telling me the truth...and I...I back lashed out at him. It 's his own fault. He shouldn't have been kind to me. I shouldn't feel guilty for what I did, but I did. And now I feel horrible. For once I feel horrible about hurting someone, and all that he cared about was trying to make me happy. Some one tried to make me happy...on Chirstmas.