Carmen and Cammy's European Vacation
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Chapter 12- Picking Myself Up
I walked into my now quite vacant dorm. Without Cammy I felt like I had no arm, but something artificial and my body was rejecting it. I would start working in a few days and I spent my remaining free time in solitude. I sat down onto my bed to only find a letter waiting for me. I read it and felt my last heartstrings being plucked from my chest. Cammy was right, I had dug myself a grave and for the first time in my life I felt like I wanted to remain there. The letter was from Cammy and she had written it as if she stood there talking to me:
Carmen,
Merry Christmas, though it will not be the happiest of times for us. You hurt me when you said those things. I didn't tell Snape about your prank, I don't care how much you deny it, but I will always have the same answer. I was talking to McGonagall who had suggested I choose better taste of friends; I told her that I stuck by my friends. I told her you were my best friend, but I'm not so sure right now. I pray Carmen that we will be able to fix this, but I can't fix everything. If you would just open yourself up, you'll see that people would much rather see an open person than the wall you tend to put up. Stay safe and I'll see you after Christmas. I pray you'll want to see me.
Cammy
I did want to see her, any moment I expected her to walk through the door but she didn't. Mostly everyone had gone home for the holidays; I'm sure ready to tell their parents about the great fight. It was what everyone would be talking about. Without Fred, George or Cammy I felt lost. But I would start working in a few days so I guess I would find myself then. I glanced at my watch; it was time to go work. "Oy" I sighed walking out of the door. The quidditch field was a good bit away so I walked quickly; being late wouldn't put me off to a good start. I finally reached the quidditch field to locate the supply closet only to find Oliver Wood waiting for me, oh joy.
"Surprised you're not running from me like anyone else is" he laughed.
"I'm bigger" he joked in his Scottish brogue, "well we better get started" he motioned to a trunk full of brooms nasty and old. I sat down and he handed me a bottle of broom polish.
"So I guess no magic?"
"No magic" he grinned and left. I went to work scrubbing and scrubbing until my fingers hurt. But the good new was that I was done. I might've been a slacker at times but I knew how to get a job done. I walked out of the closet and looked into the sky. There was Wood zooming around in the chilly weather. He looked so happy and free. He circled back around and landed next to the closet.
"You're done?" he asked amazed.
"Yep" I answered, "spick and span".
"You're a good worker" he answered
"Always have been"
"You're good at flying"
"Always have been" He paused for a second as if expecting something. He looked confused. "What no witty banter?"
"No" I said quietly, "I figured I better keep my mouth shut for a while"
"I've never seen you like this before" he pointed out "so quiet"
"Something I'm trying" I said feebly.
"But sad" he added.
"Yes sad"
"Well you've got Cammy" I looked down
"No she left for Christmas" he looked shocked
"She's like half of you!"
"My better half" he didn't feel sad for me which was something that was quite refreshing to me.
"Well now you have a chance to recover, to show people who you really are; looks like things are looking up"
"Yeah" I said smiling for the first time in awhile, "Seems so"
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