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Weeks passed, very very slowly. It seemed as if I were in a daze. Just moving along life without actually noticing that I was living. The weather started to get colder and colder each day, as if it was mirroring the way I felt. Could I be over-reacting? Maybe the way life was going right now really wasn't that bad. Was I just imagining that my friends were ignoring me? I couldn't really tell. Even if I was over-reacting I still felt horrible, and I wasn't coming to a conclusion soon about how to fix that.
Halloween came without me really noticing it. Live bats were flying over-head and Char and Mark were goggling over each other. Coal was sitting with a girl I think was named Patty. Sky was sitting down the table from me, alone also. But I wasn't about to go sit next to him, the way he had been acting lately, he deserved it. The only time he ever really ever talks to me anymore is during quidittch practice and that's when he's yelling at me.
Yet, I couldn't ever be totally mad at Skylar. His charm is and his deep blue eyes mesmerize me, which is exactly why I'm staying away from him. I needed to stay mad at him and he needed to come to me to talk.
I need to stop doing this. If I recall it correct, this is the exact same thing that happened between Dad and I earlier in the year, ironic, isn't it?
~ ~ Abby has been distant lately, so distant that it seems as if I haven't even talked to her this whole school year so far. She eats alone, walks to classes alone, and even does her homework alone. I miss her, it's like she's not even there. I miss her mischievous smile, her bright eyes, and most of all her laughter. I wonder how long it's been since she has laughed. I was thinking about this in History of Magic (believe me I didn't miss anything) and now I feel so bad. I've been a terrible friend to Abby. The last time I really tried to talk to her was around the first or second week of school, and she ignored me that time. I took the quidditch captain thing maybe a little too far; always bossing everyone (especially Abby) around.
But then again, she hasn't tried to talk to me, she doesn't know about Mom and Dad always fighting at home or how Randall, my brother, stormed out of the house one day for what seemed no apparent reason. Yet, I'm more at fault, she needs someone. But most of all, I need her, I can't lose her, she's the most important person in my life right now. ~ ~
"I know who you are,"
"And who might that be?" she answered in the same somewhat acrimonious tone. I had finally built of the courage to talk to this woman after class today. I wanted to know why she hated me so much. Why there was a small flame in her eye every time she looked at me.
"You're Hermione Granger. You helped save much of the wizarding world from the Dark Lord with my father at the end of your 7th year at Hogwarts. You, leaving barely hurt," I stared her right in the eye.
"Good for you, you read a history book seeing as that story is seen in many," she said, staring me right back in the eye.
"But I also know you were my father's best friend, but clearly, not anymore. I know something happened between you two, although I not sure what.... yet.
"O, I'm sure you're as much as of a detective as your father was, but there is nothing I will tell you worth your knowledge," and with that she left the room leaving me in the dust. So much for trying to figure out what happened between her and my father.
You ever writes the books in the library really should not be writers because they lack one very important thing: details. I have been spending every single afternoon since my conversation with Prof. Granger to get some sort of clue of what happened, yet I have found nothing. She was wrong about something though; I had never read a book about the event of when I father overcame Voldemort. I had tried to stay away from that. It made me feel like I had a more regular father. The ironic thing is though, is that if someone were to read these books they would know so much more about my father then I actually know about him.
Christmas break starts tomorrow, yet unlike other years, I was not excited. The magic of Christmas no longer dwelled within me. It was quite sad actually, considering my favourite holiday used to be Christmas. Of course I loved the presents, who doesn't? But it was the sense of joy I got from my family and friends that I loved. The family I still had, yet they were off in America somewhere. The friends were gone, I think, unless of course their idea of friendship was to ignore the person until their depression killed them. I looked up from my book to the window. The snow was falling lightly onto the school grounds. "Hmmmm, looks like nice afternoon for a walk," I said to myself. I was in a rather good mood, weirdly. I'm a sucker for snowy days, there's something about snow that seems so utterly and terrifically romantic. I close up the book I was looking through and go down the stairs, outside.
The air felt brisk against my nose and cheeks. I looked around to see kids playing snow war, which brought back wonderful memories of when I would always have snow ball fights with my friends. It was a nice thought to think of, although it did make me somewhat sad.
"Abby!" oh great, just the person I needed to take me away from my thoughts. I close my eyes and turn, then open my eyes to see Skylar escaping from one of the wars and running towards me. No, I thought myself, I will not give into his charm, I will turn around and continue my walk. "Oh Abby, wait up!"
"No, I am not going to wait up, not after you haven't waited up with me for so long," I say. Walk Abby; just keep walking, I say to myself again. He grabs me on my cloak from behind, forcing me to turn. Do words mean nothing these days?
"Sorry," he says looking into my eyes.
"My my, Skylar, I thinks it's going to take a little more then a 'sorry' for me to forgive you. I thought you were better with words then that. However, I am quite impressed that you actually noticed that you needed to say sorry to me in the first place! You're a smart one you are!" I look at him and then turn again in the opposite direction.
"No, Abby, listen to me! Don't turn away from me!"
I turned back to him, "Don't you realize that you turned away from me first? I'm now just returning your kind gesture!" I turn and walk briskly away, so much for a nice walk.
"Oh Abby, I can't lose you..." He doesn't think I heard his last words, but I did.
I don't remember the last time I slept into the morning; then again, I don't remember the last time I cried myself to sleep. I woke up to see that it was closer to lunch then breakfast, and that worried me, I always love breakfast. Then I remembered how I felt and fell back into my soft pillow. I felt horrible, and I could only bet that I looked horrible too. I thought about Skylar's words (however few they were), and wondered if he actually meant it. But I was too tired and out of it to think about it now. My stomach grumbled one of those sounds that when you hear, sounds completely gross. I guess that's what happens when you skip both dinner and breakfast. I slipped out of bed and put some clothes on, not really looking at what I had put on. I walked past the mirror in our room without a second glance; who cares if people see me at my worst, I feel at my worst.
I slowly inched myself down to the great hall, but of course there's always something in the way. Or in this case, someone. Clover was strutting down the hallway right in my direction. I had managed so far this year to stay pretty far away from her, but clearly my luck was coming to an end. Why is it that the people I want to talk to ignore me and the people I want to stay away from just have to be there, talking to me?
"Alright there Pothead?" She said with a smirk. She thinks she has such wit, it's quite sad.
"Oh, just going away Clover," I said without even looking at her. I wasn't in the mood, "Don't you have some guy's throat to stick your tongue down right now?"
"You little.!" She said pulling out her wand, but yet, she is so stupid. I know this was coming, so I pull out my wand before her and mutter a small curse. She, of course, goes down. There's one plus to being the daughter of the greatest Auror of all time: you inherit the fast reflexes.
"When I say go away Clover, I do mean it," well, there was my fun for the year. I need food. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
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Weeks passed, very very slowly. It seemed as if I were in a daze. Just moving along life without actually noticing that I was living. The weather started to get colder and colder each day, as if it was mirroring the way I felt. Could I be over-reacting? Maybe the way life was going right now really wasn't that bad. Was I just imagining that my friends were ignoring me? I couldn't really tell. Even if I was over-reacting I still felt horrible, and I wasn't coming to a conclusion soon about how to fix that.
Halloween came without me really noticing it. Live bats were flying over-head and Char and Mark were goggling over each other. Coal was sitting with a girl I think was named Patty. Sky was sitting down the table from me, alone also. But I wasn't about to go sit next to him, the way he had been acting lately, he deserved it. The only time he ever really ever talks to me anymore is during quidittch practice and that's when he's yelling at me.
Yet, I couldn't ever be totally mad at Skylar. His charm is and his deep blue eyes mesmerize me, which is exactly why I'm staying away from him. I needed to stay mad at him and he needed to come to me to talk.
I need to stop doing this. If I recall it correct, this is the exact same thing that happened between Dad and I earlier in the year, ironic, isn't it?
~ ~ Abby has been distant lately, so distant that it seems as if I haven't even talked to her this whole school year so far. She eats alone, walks to classes alone, and even does her homework alone. I miss her, it's like she's not even there. I miss her mischievous smile, her bright eyes, and most of all her laughter. I wonder how long it's been since she has laughed. I was thinking about this in History of Magic (believe me I didn't miss anything) and now I feel so bad. I've been a terrible friend to Abby. The last time I really tried to talk to her was around the first or second week of school, and she ignored me that time. I took the quidditch captain thing maybe a little too far; always bossing everyone (especially Abby) around.
But then again, she hasn't tried to talk to me, she doesn't know about Mom and Dad always fighting at home or how Randall, my brother, stormed out of the house one day for what seemed no apparent reason. Yet, I'm more at fault, she needs someone. But most of all, I need her, I can't lose her, she's the most important person in my life right now. ~ ~
"I know who you are,"
"And who might that be?" she answered in the same somewhat acrimonious tone. I had finally built of the courage to talk to this woman after class today. I wanted to know why she hated me so much. Why there was a small flame in her eye every time she looked at me.
"You're Hermione Granger. You helped save much of the wizarding world from the Dark Lord with my father at the end of your 7th year at Hogwarts. You, leaving barely hurt," I stared her right in the eye.
"Good for you, you read a history book seeing as that story is seen in many," she said, staring me right back in the eye.
"But I also know you were my father's best friend, but clearly, not anymore. I know something happened between you two, although I not sure what.... yet.
"O, I'm sure you're as much as of a detective as your father was, but there is nothing I will tell you worth your knowledge," and with that she left the room leaving me in the dust. So much for trying to figure out what happened between her and my father.
You ever writes the books in the library really should not be writers because they lack one very important thing: details. I have been spending every single afternoon since my conversation with Prof. Granger to get some sort of clue of what happened, yet I have found nothing. She was wrong about something though; I had never read a book about the event of when I father overcame Voldemort. I had tried to stay away from that. It made me feel like I had a more regular father. The ironic thing is though, is that if someone were to read these books they would know so much more about my father then I actually know about him.
Christmas break starts tomorrow, yet unlike other years, I was not excited. The magic of Christmas no longer dwelled within me. It was quite sad actually, considering my favourite holiday used to be Christmas. Of course I loved the presents, who doesn't? But it was the sense of joy I got from my family and friends that I loved. The family I still had, yet they were off in America somewhere. The friends were gone, I think, unless of course their idea of friendship was to ignore the person until their depression killed them. I looked up from my book to the window. The snow was falling lightly onto the school grounds. "Hmmmm, looks like nice afternoon for a walk," I said to myself. I was in a rather good mood, weirdly. I'm a sucker for snowy days, there's something about snow that seems so utterly and terrifically romantic. I close up the book I was looking through and go down the stairs, outside.
The air felt brisk against my nose and cheeks. I looked around to see kids playing snow war, which brought back wonderful memories of when I would always have snow ball fights with my friends. It was a nice thought to think of, although it did make me somewhat sad.
"Abby!" oh great, just the person I needed to take me away from my thoughts. I close my eyes and turn, then open my eyes to see Skylar escaping from one of the wars and running towards me. No, I thought myself, I will not give into his charm, I will turn around and continue my walk. "Oh Abby, wait up!"
"No, I am not going to wait up, not after you haven't waited up with me for so long," I say. Walk Abby; just keep walking, I say to myself again. He grabs me on my cloak from behind, forcing me to turn. Do words mean nothing these days?
"Sorry," he says looking into my eyes.
"My my, Skylar, I thinks it's going to take a little more then a 'sorry' for me to forgive you. I thought you were better with words then that. However, I am quite impressed that you actually noticed that you needed to say sorry to me in the first place! You're a smart one you are!" I look at him and then turn again in the opposite direction.
"No, Abby, listen to me! Don't turn away from me!"
I turned back to him, "Don't you realize that you turned away from me first? I'm now just returning your kind gesture!" I turn and walk briskly away, so much for a nice walk.
"Oh Abby, I can't lose you..." He doesn't think I heard his last words, but I did.
I don't remember the last time I slept into the morning; then again, I don't remember the last time I cried myself to sleep. I woke up to see that it was closer to lunch then breakfast, and that worried me, I always love breakfast. Then I remembered how I felt and fell back into my soft pillow. I felt horrible, and I could only bet that I looked horrible too. I thought about Skylar's words (however few they were), and wondered if he actually meant it. But I was too tired and out of it to think about it now. My stomach grumbled one of those sounds that when you hear, sounds completely gross. I guess that's what happens when you skip both dinner and breakfast. I slipped out of bed and put some clothes on, not really looking at what I had put on. I walked past the mirror in our room without a second glance; who cares if people see me at my worst, I feel at my worst.
I slowly inched myself down to the great hall, but of course there's always something in the way. Or in this case, someone. Clover was strutting down the hallway right in my direction. I had managed so far this year to stay pretty far away from her, but clearly my luck was coming to an end. Why is it that the people I want to talk to ignore me and the people I want to stay away from just have to be there, talking to me?
"Alright there Pothead?" She said with a smirk. She thinks she has such wit, it's quite sad.
"Oh, just going away Clover," I said without even looking at her. I wasn't in the mood, "Don't you have some guy's throat to stick your tongue down right now?"
"You little.!" She said pulling out her wand, but yet, she is so stupid. I know this was coming, so I pull out my wand before her and mutter a small curse. She, of course, goes down. There's one plus to being the daughter of the greatest Auror of all time: you inherit the fast reflexes.
"When I say go away Clover, I do mean it," well, there was my fun for the year. I need food. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
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