A/N:
Well, here's the second chapter. Meet Linet Prewett everyone! And don't forget to review!
Cheers,
H.D.D.
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Disclaimer: I own noth-sing. Just the plot. Sort of. Maybe...
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Standing on my tiptoes, I peeked through the hole in the greenhouse wall. As usual, I could see Remus Lupin coming towards the greenhouse, and making good time. For years, he had always come exactly ten minutes early to Herbology, but never as early as myself. I jumped away from the broken glass, hoping he hadn't seen me. Moments later, he entered with a smile, despite his ill appearance.
"Good morning Linet," he greeted, setting down his bag on the muddy floor.
I brushed some dirt off the front of my robes, suddenly becoming conscious about my permanently stained nails and dirt-smudged face. Although ashamed and horrified by my appearance, I managed to speak as if nothing was wrong.
"Hello Remus," I said, strangely feeling the need to pick up a large bag of seeds in the corner and move it several feet. I bent down and lifted the bag that most likely weighed more than me, struggling to keep a hold of it. Unfortunately, Remus must have seen my trouble and rushed over to my aid, because the burden was suddenly cut in half. I steered him and the bag to the center of the greenhouse before lowering it to the ground.
"Thanks."
He shot me a grin, wiping the grime off his hands. "No problem Mother Earth."
Mother Earth had been appointed my official class nickname in my third year. Every one knew I spent my weekends in the greenhouses attending to the plants, and teased me religiously about it. I hated the name and the teasing, but realized it felt different when Remus did the teasing. Feeling the heat rise to my cheeks, I turned away, trying to fight the impulse to giggle madly or something as girly as that. Lucky for me, the other students began to arrive, and I gladly moved over to my station.
Catching a quick glance at Remus, I wondered what he was thinking and if it was about me. However, my thoughts were cut short as the Herbology professor entered, asking for the class' attention. She explained that we would be planting Tiger Lilies and how much different they were from the muggle kind, then asked us to move into groups of four. Frowning, I looked around desperately for three group members, but every one seemed to have their own groups worked out. Although I was an expert at the subject and was on friendly terms with every one, I had no real friends in the class. Hopelessly searching the room, I still couldn't find an opening. Out of nowhere, a hand landed on my shoulder, causing me to jerk away.
"Would you like to join our group, Linet?" I heard Remus ask.
I felt my insides freeze up, but nodded regardless. "Sure."
I turned to see the group I would be joining. None of them looked excited about Remus' invitation, but Lily Evans managed a smile.
"You can sit next to me, if you want, Linet," she said, patting the empty stool beside her.
Seeing the encouraging smile from Remus, I nodded, standing up and moving my things over to my new group. Sitting there, I felt like the subject of pity, and didn't like it one bit. The others began to dump some dirt in the pot, chatting all the while, and I bit my lip in frustration.
"You're doing it all wrong," I said, reaching out to scoop a majority of the dirt out.
Emily Darrens glared in my direction, causing my hand to pull back from the pot. "What do you mean?"
"W-well-" I looked around the others for help, but found nothing but blank faces. "-You aren't suppose to just throw the dirt in the pot. You pack it in lightly half way up."
"Like it matters," Emily snorted.
"Maybe it does," Remus said helpfully.
"So now you're siding with the geek?" she demanded. I suddenly found the urge to smudge her perfect face with dirt. Maybe in her hair, too.
Lily frowned. "Linet must know what she's talking about... She gets the best grades in this class."
Remus nodded. "Come on, it won't hurt to listen to her."
"I don't even know why you invited her here, Remus. None of us wanted her here."
Hearing that, something snapped inside me. I hated everything about that girl, and I hated the way all of them were talking about me as if I wasn't there. I found myself picking up the pot and dumping its contents on Emily. She shrieked, trying to shake all the dirt free.
"YOU LITTLE PRICK! YOU-YOU..." she shouted, searching for a new insult. "Ugly, filthy pig! You had no right to do that!"
"Actually," said Remus, standing with his arms crossed, "She did. Emily, you're a bitch."
I grinned, forgetting all about how red my cheeks were turning.
Lily was still sitting on her stool, trying to hold in her laughter. She leaned forward, whispering to me, "I've wanted to do that for years!"
Still grinning, I felt for once in my life I had a friend. What was even better, Remus was that friend, and he had stood up for me.
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So, how'd you like that? Is Linet too much of a Mary-Sue? I hope not. >.
I wrote this from some of my own experiences. I'm always the odd man out, er, odd girl out. So, I consider the situation pretty accurate.
REVIEW!
Well, here's the second chapter. Meet Linet Prewett everyone! And don't forget to review!
Cheers,
H.D.D.
--------------------
Disclaimer: I own noth-sing. Just the plot. Sort of. Maybe...
--------------------
Standing on my tiptoes, I peeked through the hole in the greenhouse wall. As usual, I could see Remus Lupin coming towards the greenhouse, and making good time. For years, he had always come exactly ten minutes early to Herbology, but never as early as myself. I jumped away from the broken glass, hoping he hadn't seen me. Moments later, he entered with a smile, despite his ill appearance.
"Good morning Linet," he greeted, setting down his bag on the muddy floor.
I brushed some dirt off the front of my robes, suddenly becoming conscious about my permanently stained nails and dirt-smudged face. Although ashamed and horrified by my appearance, I managed to speak as if nothing was wrong.
"Hello Remus," I said, strangely feeling the need to pick up a large bag of seeds in the corner and move it several feet. I bent down and lifted the bag that most likely weighed more than me, struggling to keep a hold of it. Unfortunately, Remus must have seen my trouble and rushed over to my aid, because the burden was suddenly cut in half. I steered him and the bag to the center of the greenhouse before lowering it to the ground.
"Thanks."
He shot me a grin, wiping the grime off his hands. "No problem Mother Earth."
Mother Earth had been appointed my official class nickname in my third year. Every one knew I spent my weekends in the greenhouses attending to the plants, and teased me religiously about it. I hated the name and the teasing, but realized it felt different when Remus did the teasing. Feeling the heat rise to my cheeks, I turned away, trying to fight the impulse to giggle madly or something as girly as that. Lucky for me, the other students began to arrive, and I gladly moved over to my station.
Catching a quick glance at Remus, I wondered what he was thinking and if it was about me. However, my thoughts were cut short as the Herbology professor entered, asking for the class' attention. She explained that we would be planting Tiger Lilies and how much different they were from the muggle kind, then asked us to move into groups of four. Frowning, I looked around desperately for three group members, but every one seemed to have their own groups worked out. Although I was an expert at the subject and was on friendly terms with every one, I had no real friends in the class. Hopelessly searching the room, I still couldn't find an opening. Out of nowhere, a hand landed on my shoulder, causing me to jerk away.
"Would you like to join our group, Linet?" I heard Remus ask.
I felt my insides freeze up, but nodded regardless. "Sure."
I turned to see the group I would be joining. None of them looked excited about Remus' invitation, but Lily Evans managed a smile.
"You can sit next to me, if you want, Linet," she said, patting the empty stool beside her.
Seeing the encouraging smile from Remus, I nodded, standing up and moving my things over to my new group. Sitting there, I felt like the subject of pity, and didn't like it one bit. The others began to dump some dirt in the pot, chatting all the while, and I bit my lip in frustration.
"You're doing it all wrong," I said, reaching out to scoop a majority of the dirt out.
Emily Darrens glared in my direction, causing my hand to pull back from the pot. "What do you mean?"
"W-well-" I looked around the others for help, but found nothing but blank faces. "-You aren't suppose to just throw the dirt in the pot. You pack it in lightly half way up."
"Like it matters," Emily snorted.
"Maybe it does," Remus said helpfully.
"So now you're siding with the geek?" she demanded. I suddenly found the urge to smudge her perfect face with dirt. Maybe in her hair, too.
Lily frowned. "Linet must know what she's talking about... She gets the best grades in this class."
Remus nodded. "Come on, it won't hurt to listen to her."
"I don't even know why you invited her here, Remus. None of us wanted her here."
Hearing that, something snapped inside me. I hated everything about that girl, and I hated the way all of them were talking about me as if I wasn't there. I found myself picking up the pot and dumping its contents on Emily. She shrieked, trying to shake all the dirt free.
"YOU LITTLE PRICK! YOU-YOU..." she shouted, searching for a new insult. "Ugly, filthy pig! You had no right to do that!"
"Actually," said Remus, standing with his arms crossed, "She did. Emily, you're a bitch."
I grinned, forgetting all about how red my cheeks were turning.
Lily was still sitting on her stool, trying to hold in her laughter. She leaned forward, whispering to me, "I've wanted to do that for years!"
Still grinning, I felt for once in my life I had a friend. What was even better, Remus was that friend, and he had stood up for me.
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So, how'd you like that? Is Linet too much of a Mary-Sue? I hope not. >.
I wrote this from some of my own experiences. I'm always the odd man out, er, odd girl out. So, I consider the situation pretty accurate.
REVIEW!