My name is Leeya. No, NOT liar. Lee-ya. Yes, I'm sure that's my name. Yes, I know why you're laughing, yes I know it sound very much like liar. Ha. Ha. Ha. I'm laughing now, what a great joke….
Apparently, I have no sense of humor. Apparently I'm supposed to laugh everytime someone tells me my name sounds like liar to have some sense of humor. You're still reading this? Why? It's a story of a rich brat. Are you sure?
You're still here. Amazing.
Well, as you all know. I'm Leeya. My dad is Mr. Fudge's assistant. I can see your eyes open wide and your brain registering the thought 'she must be filthy rich!'.
Oh, yes, I'm rich. My best friend is Alyssa. You probably know her. She's the girl with beautiful long reddish blonde hair. You don't know her, Alyssa Bloomfield? She's the beauty queen of Beauxbatons how can you not know?
Oh and besides that she's the best friend of Leeya Webb the rich girl.
Are you starting to hate me now? Well a lot of people in Beauxbatons hate me, you have company.
You see, I hated being so-called 'popular'. I hated the fact that Alyssa wasn't really what you call a best friend.I hate being labeled rich brat. Oh I hear other worse names than that, trust me. Oh and the most of all I hated myself.
I have wished since forever that my dad wasn't so well known, wasn't so rich, wasn't so I dunno, just wasn't how he is.I mean he's nice. He gives me want I want. But he's hardly around. What about my mum? My mum's, well, she's died giving birth to me.
Here I am on the way to England. Because my dad has decided to "spend more time with me". So I guess I should be happy. But well I'm not.
Moving to England would mean moving to a different school and even though Alyssa wasn't much of a best friend, but hey,I still missed her. Besides, It means making friends again. I guess you think it would be easy for me, being the daughter of Mr. Laurence Webb, after all. But no it isn't. If it wasn't for Alyssa being my best friend, I probably wouldn't have any friends.
Maybe you don't understand my perception of friends. My perception of friends is this: people who talk to you and who want your money. So well, hundred bucks for the person who can guess how Alyssa is like, considering she is my 'best friend'. Well, hey I can afford it! I can hear almost hear you thinking now, if that's her perception of friends why does she still want to make friends?
Well, the answer is simple. I just HATED to be lonely. Having my 'friends' over could help me forget the fact that my dad was hardly around. To me, having 'friends' was better than not having 'friends' at all.
Enough of that. Back to the present, back to what's happening in my life. I'm sitting in the couch opposite to my dad in his aeroplane. My dad's talking on the phone to some head of department of something.
I'm watching a muggle movie.
It's about this girl who becomes a popular girl and forgets her best friend. I pick up the remote. Click.
Another muggle movie, this time though it's about a girl sabotaging the popular girl's party. Oh man, is that all they show on muggle TV? Click.
Oh, a muggle cooking show. Interesting. Click.
A muggle movie about a rich girl who shows the world that she is not what they all think She-
The TV screen goes blank. Another picture appears. A map showing that we were going to land in England soon.
Just when I finally had something interesting to watch on the muggle TV. Oh well. Hello England. Sigh.
"Here's your room Miss Leeya."
I looked around the room. It was a big room. It looked like my old room. The one in Australia. Yes, the one in Australia. My dad had a job to do there, so I stayed there for a few months.
I dismissed Winnie one of our many house elves.
I sat on the bed.I felt very tired. I didn't get much sleep on the plane. Taking one last look around the room I pulled the covers over me and fell asleep.
Scratch. Scratch.
Some noise. It's waking me up. I opened my eyes and spotted Boo, my snow white owl scratching on my window. Boo had a message for me. I got off the bed and opened the window. As I opened the window I looked out I saw some boy with black hair running out from the house opposite with a suitcase. Hmm…none of my business.Boo flew in and obediently sat in the cage made for her.I took the letter from her.
Dear Leeya,
How are you? I miss you so much! I-
It was a letter from Alyssa. I didn't bother to read the rest. It was probably about how much she missed me when she didn't really. I crumpled the letter and threw it into the rubbish bin. I might miss Alyssa, but I guess I don't really miss her much.
I looked out of the window again. The house opposite us was one big gloomy black house. Despite the blackness of the house, you could tell that the occupants of the house were rich, it was obvious, what with the silk curtains and the big Oak doors. It had this grand feel. Correction. Grand gloomy feel.
Wonder who lives in the house.
A knock on my door.
"Come in." I answered without turning my gaze from the house.
"Mr. Webb wants Miss Leeya to change for dinner. Miss Leeya is going to eat dinner with some guests." Said Winnie.
I turned around and nodded. Winnie curtsied and went out of my room. I opened my closet. Having guests were we? Oh joy. I took out a formal sky blue dress and headed to my bathroom to get ready for dinner.
A few minutes later I was walking down the big marble stairs. Feeling a bit uncomfortable, what with the formal clothes and all. Really, with all the dinners we've been having I've never really gotten comfortable in formal clothes. I guess you could say I was the casual kind.
Okay, smile Leeya, put on that fake smile you use so much. I smiled at the people before me. "Leeya, this is Mr. And Mrs. Black. With their son, Regulus. Our new neighbors." I stared at their son. He was this skinny guy who looked, well. Proud. In fact, I realized all of them had this proud look about them. Great I thought, I'm eating dinner with Mr. And Mrs. Proudface. Wait the name Black was familiar. I thought they had two sons. Maybe this was another family.
Mrs. Black seemed to have read my mind.
"I'm sorry but my son Sirius," She said the name with some disgust. "Is busy and cannot attend this dinner." Interesting, was Sirius the boy I saw running out of the house earlier?
I was bored throughout the whole dinner. All they seemed to talk about was " The Ministry of Magic blah blah blah" as if I haven't heard enough about the ministry of magic. At times like this, I always use my handy imagination and pretend I'm somewhere far away from this world. Somewhere where everyone liked me, somewhere-
"I like your hair."
I was rudely awakened from my dream world by a voice. I blinked then realized the owner of the voice was Regulus. I mumbled thanks and tried to look away. I say tried is because I did not succeed, the way he was staring at me, it just gave me the creeps and some how I just could not look away.
After a moment he looked away. It was like some spell was broken. Immediately I turned away and was blushing furiously for some reason. I asked to be excused to go to the bathroom. Before leaving the table I saw from the corner of my eye Regulus giving me a really creepy smile.
In the bathroom, I took a deep breath and sighed. This must have been longest dinner ever and it hasn't ended yet. For some reason I thought of the boy I saw running out of the house opposite. I hadn't really seen his face, but somehow I was now convinced more than ever, that he was my new scary neighbor's son. If he was their son was he running away? I would too, with a brother like that. What if that boy was just as scary as his brother? Good, one less neighbor to get to know then.
Seriously, I was thinking way too much about someone I never met.(A/N: no pun intended.)
When I finally emerged from the bathroom, it was the dessert course. Yippee! I thought, that means dinner's nearly over! After the dessert, the Blacks finally left. I breathed a sigh of relief and headed upstairs.
But just as I stepped on the first step, I heard my dad calling me.
"Leeya we need to talk."
This was going to be a long night.