---TrEaChErOuS WaYs---
[WhEn ThiNgS SeEm tO oNLy gEt wOrSe]
Treachery – (n.) deceit, betrayal, (adj.) disloyal
Way – (n.) direction, path, manner
`"°º× Chapter Two ׺°"Ë
I left my dorm early the next morning, just to avoid my dorm mates. Not that I don't like them, it's just they can get a bit crabby in the mornings. Most Slytherins sleep in late because the Slytherin Dungeon is so cold, nobody can get themselves out of their warm beds. I always envied the Gryffindors for their dorms in a warm tower.
I dressed myself in my robes and made my way out of my dorm and the common room and out to the Great Hall. I was walking through the doors when suddenly three Ravenclaw second years bumped into me.
"Get out of my way!" I huffed, pushing one of the girls into her friends.
"Ahhhhh!" They all squealed, running away into the Entrance hall. I sighed and walked into the Great hall. I didn't mean to be so rude to those girls, I just always do stuff that I regret. It's just the way I am. That's why my motto is 'Nobody's Perfect'.
When I made it to the Slytherin table, I saw I was the only Slytherin out. There were a lot of people at every other house. I sat down at the table and took a piece of plain toast and poured myself a pumpkin juice. I felt someone next to me and I looked up to see Jake standing there smiling.
"Can I join you?" He asked. I looked around cautiously.
"Um, do you think it will be ok if I join you at your table?" I asked. I didn't want any Slytherins seeing Jake at their table. They would not make him feel welcome.
"Sure," Jake answered. I picked up my plate and goblet and followed him to the Hufflepuff table. We sat down next to his friends, who all had their text books out, reading.
"So what do you have today?" Jake asked. I swallowed my bite of toast.
"Potions, Divination, History of Magic and Herbology. What about you?" I replied. Jake sort of sat there dumbly.
"Ah, I think I have potions too. I don't like school," He answered. I tried not to raise my eyebrows. Jake seemed sort of.....slow.
"Yeah you told me that before," I answered, taking my goblet and drinking as much as I could so I would not have to talk. When I finally swallowed, I saw Jake just sitting next to me not eating. He was watching me carefully. I stood up at my seat. "Well I have to go get ready now, I'll see you later?" I stepped from the table. Jake turned in his seat and nodded.
"Defiantly," He answered. I nodded back and walked out of the hall.
I hadn't seen Jake all day. Augustus tried to touch me as we left Potions (Professor Viled, our Slytherin Head and Potions Master was an ex-Hogwarts student and an ex-Slytherin. He didn't seem to mind). By the time lunch came, I was in a foul mood, bursting with anger. I stomped along the empty corridors, making my way towards the Great Hall for lunch. I clenched my hands so tight that my nails begun to dig into my palms. It wasn't until I felt the trickling of blood start to run that I let go. I looked down to see four fine cuts on both of my hands. Blood was smudged on the palms of my hands and fingertips so I decided to wash it off before I went to lunch.
I took a detour to a toilet and as I watched in, I heard a few voices coming from the toilet cubicles.
"So Megan? Have you spoken to Jake yet?" I heard a squeaky girl's voice say. I walked up silently to the taps and turned it so the water was barely running. Then whoever was in the toilet wouldn't know somebody was listening in to their conversation.
"Yes. Oh gosh he was so sweet! He told me to call him Will, not Jake!" Another girl, I assumed Megan replied. A loud chorus of squeals went off. My ears pricked up at the names being spoken. A boy called Jake who let a girl call him Will? I wonder if this boy is the same one that fancies me.
"Don't you think he is a bit old for you Megs? He IS in the seventh year!" Another girl spoke. My suspicions were confirmed. A girl is crushing on he boy I want!
"And? I AM turning 13 soon. It just seems old because I am in the second year and he is in his seventh," 'Megan' tried to argue. I prevented a loud snort by shoving my face into my arm, since my hands were still dirty. What kind of girl thinks she even is in with a chance when she is about 5 years younger! Jake and I are to be. I KNOW it! I heard the flushing of toilets so I quickly rubbed the blood off my hands. I watched as three toilet doors open to reveal three young girls. The same three girls I scared this same morning. The girls seemed surprised to see me and huddled close; almost scared I would hex them. I spun around and left the toilet. One of those girls thought they were in with a chance with Jake?
As I walked out of the toilet and down the corridor, I began to laugh. One of those girls was DREAMING! But which one? The shortest was fairly pretty, very skinny with curly blonde hair and dimples that made her look doll- like. The one I pushed into her friends this morning had mousy colored hair and blue eyes. Very plain looking. The only girl there that actually strikes me was the last girl. With her jet-black hair and black eyes. And even her body shape, reminded me of a younger version of myself. I shuddered as I vision the girl in my head. All those times I forced myself to stop eating because of that awful fat. And look at me now, I'm beautiful. I straighten my back and continued to walk.
"BELLATRIX!" I heard someone yell. I looked ahead to see my dorm mate Trista, holding an owl.
"What?" I replied. She continued running until she was up close. Slightly puffing she filled me in.
"This owl has been waiting for you ever since the start of lunch! I couldn't handle the suspense any longer!" She cried. I looked at her funnily.
"What do you mean?" I asked. She shoved the owl in my face, until I noticed a package in its claws.
"THAT! It won't let anyone touch it!" She squealed excitedly. I slowly took the package off the owl and Trista let go of the poor owl. On the package, a messy handwriting was scrawled, 'For Bellatrix'.
I looked at the brown paper package. Who would send me a package? I slowly pulled the paper off to reveal a wooden rose, carved perfectly out of wood. I smelt a whiff of something, and held the rose up to my nose. The soft scent of a freshly picked rose tickled my senses. Wow, a scented wooden rose! I saw a note fall to the ground. I bent over and picked the note up. Trista took the wooden rose off me and inspected it from every angle.
"Who gave you such a romantic present?" She asked, looking up at me. I unfolded the note to see the messy handwriting again.
Bellatrix, Just because I love you. Love always, Jake.
My mouth was wide in surprise. Jake LOVES me? I heard footsteps behind and saw the three Ravenclaw girls again.
"Jake Williamson sent me this" I answered Trista, loudly for the young girls to hear. By the expressions of their faces, I knew they heard.
"Does he like you?" Trista asked. I looked at the girls again before turning to Trista.
"He LOVES me"
[WhEn ThiNgS SeEm tO oNLy gEt wOrSe]
Treachery – (n.) deceit, betrayal, (adj.) disloyal
Way – (n.) direction, path, manner
`"°º× Chapter Two ׺°"Ë
I left my dorm early the next morning, just to avoid my dorm mates. Not that I don't like them, it's just they can get a bit crabby in the mornings. Most Slytherins sleep in late because the Slytherin Dungeon is so cold, nobody can get themselves out of their warm beds. I always envied the Gryffindors for their dorms in a warm tower.
I dressed myself in my robes and made my way out of my dorm and the common room and out to the Great Hall. I was walking through the doors when suddenly three Ravenclaw second years bumped into me.
"Get out of my way!" I huffed, pushing one of the girls into her friends.
"Ahhhhh!" They all squealed, running away into the Entrance hall. I sighed and walked into the Great hall. I didn't mean to be so rude to those girls, I just always do stuff that I regret. It's just the way I am. That's why my motto is 'Nobody's Perfect'.
When I made it to the Slytherin table, I saw I was the only Slytherin out. There were a lot of people at every other house. I sat down at the table and took a piece of plain toast and poured myself a pumpkin juice. I felt someone next to me and I looked up to see Jake standing there smiling.
"Can I join you?" He asked. I looked around cautiously.
"Um, do you think it will be ok if I join you at your table?" I asked. I didn't want any Slytherins seeing Jake at their table. They would not make him feel welcome.
"Sure," Jake answered. I picked up my plate and goblet and followed him to the Hufflepuff table. We sat down next to his friends, who all had their text books out, reading.
"So what do you have today?" Jake asked. I swallowed my bite of toast.
"Potions, Divination, History of Magic and Herbology. What about you?" I replied. Jake sort of sat there dumbly.
"Ah, I think I have potions too. I don't like school," He answered. I tried not to raise my eyebrows. Jake seemed sort of.....slow.
"Yeah you told me that before," I answered, taking my goblet and drinking as much as I could so I would not have to talk. When I finally swallowed, I saw Jake just sitting next to me not eating. He was watching me carefully. I stood up at my seat. "Well I have to go get ready now, I'll see you later?" I stepped from the table. Jake turned in his seat and nodded.
"Defiantly," He answered. I nodded back and walked out of the hall.
I hadn't seen Jake all day. Augustus tried to touch me as we left Potions (Professor Viled, our Slytherin Head and Potions Master was an ex-Hogwarts student and an ex-Slytherin. He didn't seem to mind). By the time lunch came, I was in a foul mood, bursting with anger. I stomped along the empty corridors, making my way towards the Great Hall for lunch. I clenched my hands so tight that my nails begun to dig into my palms. It wasn't until I felt the trickling of blood start to run that I let go. I looked down to see four fine cuts on both of my hands. Blood was smudged on the palms of my hands and fingertips so I decided to wash it off before I went to lunch.
I took a detour to a toilet and as I watched in, I heard a few voices coming from the toilet cubicles.
"So Megan? Have you spoken to Jake yet?" I heard a squeaky girl's voice say. I walked up silently to the taps and turned it so the water was barely running. Then whoever was in the toilet wouldn't know somebody was listening in to their conversation.
"Yes. Oh gosh he was so sweet! He told me to call him Will, not Jake!" Another girl, I assumed Megan replied. A loud chorus of squeals went off. My ears pricked up at the names being spoken. A boy called Jake who let a girl call him Will? I wonder if this boy is the same one that fancies me.
"Don't you think he is a bit old for you Megs? He IS in the seventh year!" Another girl spoke. My suspicions were confirmed. A girl is crushing on he boy I want!
"And? I AM turning 13 soon. It just seems old because I am in the second year and he is in his seventh," 'Megan' tried to argue. I prevented a loud snort by shoving my face into my arm, since my hands were still dirty. What kind of girl thinks she even is in with a chance when she is about 5 years younger! Jake and I are to be. I KNOW it! I heard the flushing of toilets so I quickly rubbed the blood off my hands. I watched as three toilet doors open to reveal three young girls. The same three girls I scared this same morning. The girls seemed surprised to see me and huddled close; almost scared I would hex them. I spun around and left the toilet. One of those girls thought they were in with a chance with Jake?
As I walked out of the toilet and down the corridor, I began to laugh. One of those girls was DREAMING! But which one? The shortest was fairly pretty, very skinny with curly blonde hair and dimples that made her look doll- like. The one I pushed into her friends this morning had mousy colored hair and blue eyes. Very plain looking. The only girl there that actually strikes me was the last girl. With her jet-black hair and black eyes. And even her body shape, reminded me of a younger version of myself. I shuddered as I vision the girl in my head. All those times I forced myself to stop eating because of that awful fat. And look at me now, I'm beautiful. I straighten my back and continued to walk.
"BELLATRIX!" I heard someone yell. I looked ahead to see my dorm mate Trista, holding an owl.
"What?" I replied. She continued running until she was up close. Slightly puffing she filled me in.
"This owl has been waiting for you ever since the start of lunch! I couldn't handle the suspense any longer!" She cried. I looked at her funnily.
"What do you mean?" I asked. She shoved the owl in my face, until I noticed a package in its claws.
"THAT! It won't let anyone touch it!" She squealed excitedly. I slowly took the package off the owl and Trista let go of the poor owl. On the package, a messy handwriting was scrawled, 'For Bellatrix'.
I looked at the brown paper package. Who would send me a package? I slowly pulled the paper off to reveal a wooden rose, carved perfectly out of wood. I smelt a whiff of something, and held the rose up to my nose. The soft scent of a freshly picked rose tickled my senses. Wow, a scented wooden rose! I saw a note fall to the ground. I bent over and picked the note up. Trista took the wooden rose off me and inspected it from every angle.
"Who gave you such a romantic present?" She asked, looking up at me. I unfolded the note to see the messy handwriting again.
Bellatrix, Just because I love you. Love always, Jake.
My mouth was wide in surprise. Jake LOVES me? I heard footsteps behind and saw the three Ravenclaw girls again.
"Jake Williamson sent me this" I answered Trista, loudly for the young girls to hear. By the expressions of their faces, I knew they heard.
"Does he like you?" Trista asked. I looked at the girls again before turning to Trista.
"He LOVES me"