Chapter 19- Diet Today, Pig Out Tomorrow
Classes had started again and Theresa Whitby decided that she wouldn't eat lunch until the summer returned. She figured that she would be inside, not moving all day, so to eat a lunch she wouldn't work off would only make her gain more weight.
Of course, her bratty brother was pigging out again. Theresa watched as he stuffed his third piece of pie down his throat. It had always been like this. Theresa and her mother were both on the heavier side. Her father and older brother were both tall and broad shouldered. And Kevin was always going to be a mouse in the family. However, that also meant he would always be thin.
She wouldn't mind looking three or more years younger than her actual age if she could be thin.
Just as Theresa decided that one little piece of the delicious looking pie wouldn't hurt, Lena Grogan walked into the room. How Theresa despised Grogan. Not because Grogan was mean to her, even though she had a tendency to be so once in a while, but because the girl had the perfect figure. At least the other girls weren't thin and C-cups. They were just thin. But Grogan was a personified red-headed Venus to every guy with a penis.
Wait, that was every guy, straight or queer.
"Good morning, everyone," Grogan deceived the room in a cheery voice, making them all believe she wasn't the spawn of Satan.
Theresa pulled her hand away from the pie.
"That pie does look delicious," Grogan said. She took a large slice of it, leaving just enough for the Headmaster.
"Shouldn't you eat healthier foods before desert?" Theresa asked.
"Who are you to be giving her health tips?" Malcolm Baddock asked. It seemed that he had washed his hair recently because Stella Kuo managed to look up from her food at him without gagging. He continued, "Just because you're the size of a baby whale doesn't mean you should make every other girl that size too. I already have to look at one giant Mudblood. Don't try to double the number."
"Malcolm, that was very rude," Dawn Parkinson said in a sweet voice. What kind of person says that in a sweet voice; or rather, what kind of Slytherin says that at all?
"Truth hurts, Dawn," Vidya Tummala cackled.
Theresa turned red. She could hear Kevin and Dennis Creevey whisper a countdown to her explosion of anger.
"Don't make me sit on you," Theresa yelled. "Believe me, I will sacrifice these pants to squash a bit of trash like you. And don't you dare call me fat, Baddock. At least I have the decency to shower more than once a week."
"Calm down there, Lard," Baddock said. "You'll give yourself a heart attack."
Theresa whipped out her wand and pointed it at Baddock's crotch.
"I'll blow it off if you open your mouth again."
"Miss Whitby," Dumbledore's inquisitive voice floated into the room. Theresa dropped her wand, knowing that she was in trouble.
"I'm sorry Professor," Theresa said, hand shaking. "I-I… he-he was…" Theresa's lip began to tremble.
"Professor," Baddock said eyes wide open. "You're not going to let her get away with trying to destroy the line of my family. Are you?"
"Nothing was hurt," Dumbledore said. "Please learn to respect one another. We still have until June to spend with each other." A smile climbed onto Dumbledore's face. Baddock grabbed Theresa's wand and handed it back to her, though he did so with a frown.
"May I please be excused?" Theresa asked. "I told Brutus I would meet him before classes this morning."
"You may," Dumbledore said. "I am glad you have made a connection with a student from another culture."
Theresa grabbed her cloak and ran outside. Rather, she quickly trotted outside. Running wasn't really her style, or within her ability. Brutus, as promised, was waiting by lake for her. However, he was holding a beautiful bouquet of flowers that he held out to her when she arrived.
"For the perfect girl," Brutus said, "flovers that do not compare to her beauty."
"Thank you Brutus," Theresa said, accepting the bouquet. "They're lovely."
"Not as lovely as you," Brutus said. He took her hand and placed a kiss upon it. "Might I ask you a question?"
"You may do whatever you want," Theresa said.
"Then, vill you be my girlfriend?" Brutus asked.
"Oh, Brutus," Theresa said as she hugged him around the neck. "Of course I will."
"Then you vill vant to be von of the nine persons I haf to rescue during the next task?" Brutus asked.
"The what?" Theresa asked.
"Has Dennis not read the back of the map yet?" Brutus asked. "Ve each haf to create a team of ten students, including ourselves, for the next task."
"I don't believe he has," Theresa said. "But his stupidity will not prevent me from being part of your team."
Ten minutes later, Theresa was walking into the Hogwarts Express only classroom and joined all her fellow students in Defense Against the Dark Arts. She leaned over to talk to Stella and asked, "Do you know if Dennis has looked at the map he got during the first task?"
Stella snorted slightly and replied, "That would be a responsible thing and we both know that Dennis is everything but responsible."