Chapter 14:
A/N: I hope you like the story so far… I realized that I spelled her last name two different ways, Jemers, and Jemmers, sorry about that too…. I'm keeping it Jemmers because it's more frequently used…so…there… (Queen-of-azarath: I even added your story to my favorites) I got her all described here too…I forgot about that earlier, so I meshed it up in here.
I have fainted before. Once during summer, I can't take heat for too long, and I just blacked out, much like this one. Except this time, my head felt woozy and I didn't wake up for a long time, and I even dreamt a bit this time…which was something different.
The dream was as strange as it could possibly be, in the dream, I was holding a mirror, but when I looked into it, I didn't see my face, I saw Michelle's. Michelle was looking quizzically at me through the glass, the mirror scared me, so I dropped it, and pieces of glass cut me but when I looked down at the cuts, the blood, it wasn't blood, it was water… the water dripped from my arms, legs, and eyes, creating some sort of water fountain, or that's just what it looked like. When the last drop of water fell from my body and onto the floor it created a face… this time, it was mine.
I finally woke up, I was on a bed and surrounded by faces, one of them was Hermione; there was water on my face. "You fainted" some idiot said. "Er…yea…" I said. I ran up to go to the bathroom, I had to check something. I looked in the mirror; it was the same one I held up in my dream, just bigger. My face, it was mine, not Michelle's, for the first time in my life, I was happy I wasn't Michelle. And I didn't know why. Michelle is beautiful; she has silk white skin, beautiful, shiny, straight, black hair, and the lightest, prettiest blue eyes. That's what made her the most beautiful girl, her dark hair, but light eyes, it was mesmerizing to look at them, calming at the same time though.
My face, on the other hand, was same, white skin, but not silky and smooth, there were some tan spots from the summer sun rays, pink ears and cheeks and then white wherever else. My hair was muddy brown; it was almost red at the same time. Some people called it "strawberry brown" instead of blonde. It was usually messy and wavy, it wasn't thin but not thinks and bushy like Hermione's, and only for special occasions I would straighten it. My eyes were hazel/green. It was light brown with green specks in it. My eyes were the only thing I liked about my appearance.
"Are you ok Aleezé?" Hermione saw me looking at myself in the mirror. I didn't want her to think I was conceited and spent time looking at myself in the mirror so I pretended I was looking for something. "Yea, I'm fine. I just, felt dizzy so…hey, where am I anyways?" I was quickly looking around, the place was very white, there were beds around, each about 2 feet apart, and it gave an odd feeling of a hospital.
"The hospital wing my dear, now run along to your dormitory Hermione, I need to speak with Aleezé here, she must be waiting for an explanation now, I would be if I was in your situation." It was Dumbledore talking, I wasn't sure how he got here so quickly, but I kept my ears opened. I needed to hear this.