(Angelina's POV)
I stared at the parcel dumbfounded for a few moments. Another present? FOR ME?
I quickly snapped out of my trance. I grabbed the parcel off the bed and sat down in a beanbag cushion near the door.
I held it firmly in my hands, not wanting to open it, not wanting to know what was inside.
I looked away. I dropped the parcel onto the floor. It landed with a sickening thud. I kicked it under the bed. I couldn't look at it. Not now.
I buried my face in my hands. I rubbed my eyes frantically.
I groaned.
Why did the world seem to hate me? Problems here and there.................. I can't handle this anymore.
Maybe some sleep would get me cured up. It sometimes helps, even though the situation won't be any better in the morning and will probably be worse.
I collapsed onto my bed. I didn't even bother to change into my pajamas. I was too lazy and too tired.
Who knew that 6th year would be so hard? All of the academic challenges and social problems too!
GRRRRRRRRRR!
I felt so frustrated with myself. I didn't and I couldn't get to sleep. I tossed and turned..tossed and turned. My conscience seemed to be bothering me.
The unopened parcel called me from under the bed. It was driving me nuts!
I couldn't take it anymore. I jumped down angrily from my bed and reached for the parcel under it.
Once I had it, I tore the glistening red paper off it and felt my present fall onto my lap. It chucked the paper on the floor and took a hold of the present on my lap.
I examined from all views. It was a figure. An angel to be exact. It had white feathery wings that felt so real when I touched it. She was wearing a blue dress with satin shoes and her hair was left down.
She had everything that I had. I realized then that we looked exactly the same. Only the angel had wings and I didn't.
I remembered in third year when I had a blue dress just like the angel's. Who would have kept that in their thoughts all this time?
I let the angel stand on my palm. It was very beautiful.
Suddenly, I felt a switch turn on in my brain. I remembered that time Fred and I were in the grounds..............
I remembered his exact words,
"I thought angels were only found in heaven. What are you doing down here then?"
A great weight lifted off my chest. It's been Fred all along hasn't it?
Oh great! Fred and his weird sense of humor. I can't believe he would stoop this low as to fool me with a secret admirer gag.
I chuckled to myself. I didn't care if anyone was in the room. I caught Fred and this caused for a celebration!
But no, not tonight. I'll have to deal with Mr. Secret Admirer tomorrow.
I laid the angel gently down on my dresser. It gave a radiant glow in the pale moonlight.
I smiled down at it. I was lucky to have Fred. Even if he could be a little more serious and meaningful to me sometimes. He was the best guy a girl could ever have.
I changed into my pajamas.
It was already 2 in the morning. I only had a few hours to sleep.
With my secret admirer problem solved, I was snoring when I first hit the pillow.
I got up extra early the next day (believe it or not).
I got only 2 and half hours of sleep, but was gonna be worth it in the morning. Fred was gonna have some explaining to do.
I packed my bag neatly, careful to arrange my books in order. I swung it over my shoulder and made my way down the stairs. I forgot to close my door.
""Fickle Fopple!" I cried pointing my wand at the door.
It shut immediately. I hated that spell. "But it comes in handy sometimes," Professor Flitwick said.
I rushed down the steps. The common room was empty except for Ginny Weasely who was busy finishing her homework.
I was wondering about my things to do this morning when I bumped into someone.
"Sorry," I said hurriedly.
"Mornin' babe," the person said.
I glanced at who it was. Guess.
Yup, you got it. Fred alright.
"Don't mornin' babe me Mr. Weasely!" I scolded him.
"What the heck did I do now?" he said, his grin turning into a scowl.
I knew he was just trying to freak me out.
"Oh, don't pretend you don't know stud," I told him.
"About what?" he continued to nag me.
"I know you're the secret admirer Fred!" I declared proudly.
"Secret admirer? What the heck are you talking about Angelina? Did you get enough ret last night?" he asked me starting to look concerned.
"Don't play with me Fred. I know it's you. You're just trying to hide it," I said losing my confidence.
"Look, I would never lie to you, and you have to believe me when I say that I'm not this secret admirer guy, whatever," he explained.
"Really?" I asked.
He nodded.
"Swear?"
"I swear to my endless love for you. Now, you have to tell me who this guy is," he replied.
I remained silent.
Oh no.
It wasn't him. What do I do?
I've told him.
He's gonna wanna go after this guy now.
"Angel? Will you tell me or not?"