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Chapter 2 – The new plan

Rachel didn't get much sleep that night. The words 'fat sister' seemed to be stuck in her head. Normally if someone had said that to her face she probably would have slapped them in anger, but it was Sirius who had said it, making her not nearly as angry as she was sad and disappointed.

The sun gleamed in through the windows, and voices could be heard from outside. Curious, Rachel stepped out of bed to open up her balcony doors to see what the commotion was about. There was a long fancy table that could easily fit 20 people outside in one of many sitting out areas. Obviously mum was preparing some sort of fancy, family breakfast Rachel thought. The 4 marauders were already seated around the table waiting for breakfast to be served.

Normally Rachel would eat breakfast in her pyjamas but considering how self-conscious she felt about her appearance around guys she made the effort to get dressed. 10 minutes later Rachel stepped out of her walk in wardrobe not looking much better. She was dressed in casual jeans and a light brown hoody. Her hair was a mess, her usual green eyes that normally shone of happiness were blotchy and her face was puffy and red. You could easily tell she had been crying. The last thing she felt like was a breakfast in the marauders company after last night. Sighing deeply she exited her room and headed for the doors leading outside.

Her parents, Kate and David Potter had joined the Marauders around the table and everyone had already started eating the Varity of food spaced out on the table.

James was first to notice Rachel's arrival and motioned her to sit down.

Rachel smiled. "Morning Mum, dad, Marauders." She said taking a seat next to James.

Kate looked over at Rachel before screaming, "Rachel, how rude, you go back up stairs and get something appropriate on. And fix your hair." Mrs Potter said in disgust and Embarrassment.

Rachel sighed, she was used to her parents yelling at her to shape up. Grades, appearance, everything. To be a Potter was an honour. She remembered her mother telling her when she was young. "Oh come on mum, its only the marauders. They don't care. Besides im not feeling well." Rachel laughed seeing the funny side on the issue.

"I give up with you! Why can't you be more like your brother? And just because your ill doesn't not mean you wont be going to your flute lesson today." Mrs Potter said while tucking into the closest stack of pancakes.

By now Rachel had caught the attention of everyone at the table. Rachel looked up at her mother with a disgusting look upon her. "Be more like James you say. Im sorry but im different than him, im unique, different, im Me." she could feel a tear in her eye, but still carried on. "Playing the flute is something I take pride in, something im good at, something ive been doing for 12 years. And an escape from you lot. There's not way im giving that in." tears were forming very quickly now; Rachel stood up knocking over her chair and stormed back up into her room.

James watched as Rachel stalked off into her room. He knew his mother was way out of order but decided not to bring up an argument this early in the morning. Judging the looks from the other 3 marauders they felt the same way. James knew Rachel was very talented at a lot of things. She preferred cultural things like the flute and singing. He was sure that Sirius, Remus and peter didn't even know she played the flute until now. James had to admire how modest she was. James found it hard to not gloat or show off about his latest achievements.

Kate pretended that nothing had happened and questioned the marauders about what they would get up to today.

Rachel locked the door in her room and closed the balcony doors to stop the sounds of happiness and laughter from down below. She sprawled herself out on her giant bed thinking of what she was going to do today. She had a 2-hour flute lesson a bit later on but other than that Rachel was a free agent. She didn't feel like doing much today, in fact she felt like doing nothing.

The words of her mother echoed in her mind. Obviously her own mother didn't think she was good enough to be a Potter. Sure, she could expect crap like that from Slytherins but not from her own flesh and blood.

Rachel walked over to her big wall hanging mirror and observed herself. She knew something had to change, but she didn't know what. But, something did tell her she would have to change physically. Her mother was always ranting on how awful she looked. Her father David was more laidback and easygoing, he accepted Rachel for whom she was and didn't force her to be someone she's not. But to Rachel's surprise its James who understands Rachel and lets her live and enjoy life the way she is. The way he stood up for her last night in the corridor was a golden example. Her mother had said that if Rachel lost a bit of weight she would look nicer and would be able to do more things easily. Maybe that's it Rachel thought. Maybe I should diet. It would prove to all of them that I can do something and when I want something bad enough I force myself to do it. Rachel wanted this diet to be about her and not what her family expect of her. Rachel had a bold image in her mind of what she wanted. It was something money couldn't buy, something she had to do by herself; it was getting Sirius's heart.

Rachel had known for a long time, nearly 3 years that she had feeling for Sirius, but she would never admit those feelings to herself or anyone. He was special to Rachel and she really had strong feelings for him, but until she changed those feelings weren't going to be returned. Sirius likes girls who are pretty, clever, witty and have a great personality. Rachel knows she has a great personality and it's the kind Sirius likes, or else they wouldn't be friends. But for Sirius to like a girl she has to be pretty, and sure, that's fair enough. I wouldn't go out with a guy if he looked like a whale.

So it was confirmed. Rachel had officially started her diet. How hard could it possible be? She thought as she listed some creative ideas to help her. As Rachel was a bubbly, confident and optimistic it would surly make things easier. She wasn't too sure who she was going to tell. She would have to tell someone, it was in her nature to tell someone. She didn't like keeping secrets about herself. But then again, whom could she trust? She would have to tell Lily, Ashley and offcourse Riley, they would help her and Rachel fully trusted them. However, she was tossing up whether to tell James or not. Rachel knew he would fully understand why she had decided this and support her but she wasn't too sure of he could trust him to not tell anyone. Sure, people are going to start to notice when I suddenly start to look smaller.

"Maybe I should wait to tell James." She thought aloud. Its one of those things you spill when the timing is right.

Rachel looked at her wristwatch and discovered she had been in her room for nearly 2 hours thinking things through. Her flute lesson was very soon, Rachel decided to leave earlier and walk to the lesson instead of going by the floo network. She decided to get dressed and have a shower before leaving, looking disgusting in front of her family was thing but in front of an flute teacher who she had total resect for was another.

After dressing up and cleaning her face and hair so she looked civilized and well organised, Rachel grabbed her flute gear, and other belongings she might need to go out and walked out of her room. The halls and entrance way was deserted. Rachel merrily chatted to the paintings on the wall that cheerfully chatted back. Obviously her parents were busy and the marauders were out doing something fun and typically dangerous, sure enough she would hear about it tonight when the family eats dinner together. Without another glance back she exited the mansion and headed up the street, she had her lessons at the house of the tutor called Ms Mchattie; she was an old family friend, Rachel also does singing lessons with her. The house was about a 20-minute walk. She headed off at a medium speed to the house.

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