~By Pixie~
Chapter Five: Stubborn.
I'm not the only one staring at
the sun
Afraid of what you'd find if you took a look inside
Not just deaf and dumb - staring at the sun
Not the only one who's happy to go blind
Caoilin stalked around the girls dorm, cursing Oliver under her breath with every step. After about half an hour of foul words, a lot of pacing which was threatening to wear a goats path in the floor and several odd looks from the first year girls that occupied the room as well, she decided to sit down.
She sighed mournfully, these last couple of days haddn't exactly been her finest. Not only had she been more idiotic, (as she thought it) but she'd let someone get to her. No one gets to Caoilin Mac Brádaigh-No One, and No Thing. Ever. She punched her pillow in disgruntled rage.
This is stupid, she thought angrily, I quit a quidditch team today, because some twit was mean towards me. She buried her head in her hands. Stupid, stupid, stupid, she thought, actually-who cares. Without me, they won't be able to win. Then he'll be sorry. Tears welled in her green eyes, this was getting too much. Alone at Hogwarts, away from her family who were who knows where, doing who knows what, Caoilin felt isolated.
From her appearance, Caoilin seemed like a pretty easy person to understand. But she wasn't, not truthfully. Sure the main things that made her happy seemed simple but that wasn't the way she thought of it. Quidditch she loved more than anything, it out weighed school, and her family was the only thing she'd put before it. So why on earth did she quit.
Oliver Wood. She wrinkled her nose as she thought it, despite her tears. It was a strange name, not quite ordinary, not quite odd enough to be classified as strange. Caoilin wished, more than anything, that she could hate him. It'd be so easy. But she couldn't. She could see how much quidditch meant to him. It meant the same to her, and perhaps a bit more. So just because he had a similar quality to her and she at least understood that about him, she could not hate him. But hell, she wanted to.
But she didn't like him. God no. Not too much anyway. Not as a friend. Sure, he was attractive, but not her type. So why does he make your judgement go out the window Caoilin? The sensible part of her mind taunted to her. Shut up, she reprimanded it, its just because I'm confused on the whole. This business with being at a proper school is retarded.
Amazingly, the first year girls ignored Caoilin's tears and went to sleep, making sure not to talk much. For this she was grateful. Hermoine, she knew would have tried to talk to her, but she was in the Hospital Wing so the dorm remained quiet, with a few sobs dotting the time from here to there. She'd never liked crying, or talking about what made her upset. Never had she had to, her parents were caring, but her house was large so Caoilin would simply run off to the opposite wing of the house if she was teary.
Later on, she decided to do her homework, one part of her schooling that she had neglected among her other activities of terrorizing teachers, yelling at her previous quidditch captain and sobbing into her pillow like the silly school girl she grudgingly kept inside herself. Quietly, she got up, after checking her pocket watch (it was ten past eleven) got her books and went down to the common room.
Carefully, she walked down the stairs, trying to balance most of her books on top of each other and then her quills and ink on top of them. Not careful enough. Her foot missed the step ahead and Caoilin went head first, with her books down half of the stair case.
"Ow!" she exclaimed loudly, and then bit her lip. She didn't exactly want to wake anyone up. Picking up her mess, she stacked it all on the floor in an untidy heap and started work. It wasn't exactly like she'd get any sleep in her dorm anyway.
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"Caoilin?" a whispered male voice called.
Oliver. Caoilin narrowed her eyes at her parchment and didn't look up, nor acknowledge that he was there.
"Caoilin are you alright?" he was coming to sit on a arm chair near by now.
Just go away Wood, she thought pensively.
"I'm sorry I was such an idiot," he said warily.
Then why did you do it in the first place? Caoilin thought, trying to calmly continue to write her essay.
"I didn't mean to come across as such a fool?" he was jabbing in the dark now, trying to say what he thought she wanted to hear "you're a really nice person. I'm sure." Oliver wrinkled his nose-from his experience, she was not so nice but whatever.
Fool is as fool does.
"Aren't you going to say something?"
No, I'm going to let you talk to yourself and sound like an idiot.
"Why won't you just say something? Anything?" Oliver's accent was starting to make itself known more than normal. He sat down in front of her on the floor, trying to get her to look at him. She looked down at the book she was reading now.
It's heaps fun to ignore you, she thought, biting her lip hoping he'd get the idea, and go away.
"Caoilin?" he tried again to get her attention. She stood up, deciding she was going to have to make her point a bit more obvious, and walked to the window (as far away from him as she could get).
Staring out of the window at the dark night, she didn't realize he'd walked over to her, instead of going back to bed like she'd wanted him to. Caoilin turned quickly, unfortunately straight into Oliver's chest.
"Would you just say something?" he pleaded. Against her better judgement, she looked up into his brown eyes and noticed the honesty there.
No! Go away, she thought, biting her lip again, wishing fervently that he'd just go. I refuse to talk to you.
"Mac Brádaigh!" Oliver exclaimed, even the most stubborn people he knew would've spoken by now.
Argh, Caoilin thought don't say my last name like that with your lovely accent. She looked up into his eyes again. Then at the floor. His eyes. The floor. His eyes. And then she did something she wouldn't have done if she was thinking clearly.
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End of Chapter Five.
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~By Pixie~
Chapter Six:
Caoilin does, well, what she was going to do……
Oliver is surprised. Really surprised.
But then Caoilin is antisocial.