So chapter four is up. More stuff happens and... er, that's about it. Any reviews would be helpful. Please ignore any spelling and/or grammar errors. This is my first story and I must say I'm quite pleased with myself for having enough patience to write four chapters. But enough about me. Read and enjoy.
It's been four whole days since the end of my first day (it's saturday today). In case you were wondering or possibly cared, yes, I am still alive. As part of my body's own survival mechanisms, I've learned to breathe with minimal oxygen for sustained periods of time, much like mountain climbers do. In case you've forgotten, I'm refering to the black hole of talking and death, Euan.
Apparently, I'm his "friend" now and he wants to hang out with me. I swear I almost cried when he told me that, and not out of happiness, mind you. So basically, I've been avoiding him like the plaque. That's why today I've decided to completely skip the Great Hall to get breakfast, despite my stomache's growling protests. I don't want him to find me. And yes, I mean find and not see.
He's actually searching me out. Trying to hunt me down. Like I'm some... animal. And he's the hunter who's going to kill me. Oh my God. I finally understand Euan now. He's a cannibal and wants to eat me. I've heard that cannibals will first try and get close to their victim's before making their move.
I sometimes wonder if I'm mentally unstable when I think of some the things that I do. Eh. Anyways.
I've snuck past the Great Hall and I'm outside now, broomstick in hand. I haven't flown in a while and I need to make sure my skills are sharp if I do actually end up trying out for the team. Which I probably wont, seeing as I'll probably flake out at the last minute despite hours of self pep talk and end up hiding in my dorm where no one will care. Then again, you don't exactly have to be particularly skilled to make the Hufflepuff quidditch team.
I figure this is due to the Hufflepuff complex. Practically the whole house is a bunch of bubbly blunder-headed bleach blondes who are too busy pointlessly spreading viscious gossip about one another. Those who aren't too wrapped up in being a social parasite are too dumb to even know what quidditch is or even that it actually exists. Unless, of course, you happen to be William Durriken. Who was luckily saved from the Hufflepuff Complex. It would truely be a tradgedy if someone as gorgeous as him was stupid and bubble-headed like the great majority of his house.
Anyways. Did I happen to mention before that he's the Hufflepuff Quidditch Captain? Well, as it turns out, he is. Amongst many other honorable positions, may I note. Including Head Prefect and Head Boy. It's truly a wonder as to how someone as absolutely flawless as William ended up in Hufflepuff.
Right, so I really must practice flying. You know, just in case I do actually try out.
I mounted my broom and took a deep breath. I was only going to fly for a half hour. The last thing I needed was a bunch of people gawking at me on my broom after everyone left the Great Hall after breakfast. That most certainly wouldn't help my nerves before try outs. I'd probably end up falling off my broom or something incredibly embarrassing as such. And if I didn't die as a direct result of the fall, I'd Avada myself to make up for what the fall didn't grant me.
I'm not suicidal or anything, just very odd.
Why am I admitting to this?
Right so anyways, I'm flying around the grounds, close to the forbidden forest. I can't even see the end of the gigantic cluster of trees. I swear their is no end to that forest, it just goes on forever. Like a bottomless pit. Or like Euan.
"Oy! You know if you would have kindly wore a skirt, I might actually be able to see up it from this point of view." I heard a male voice shout from the ground, thirty feet below me.
This, needless to say, startled me. So much that I attempted what would be known as a nervous jump, had I been on solid ground. However, I was in midair and this upset my balance to such an extent that I had completely let go of my broom. And so I fell. Thirty feet. Until I hit the cold, hard ground.
As I was falling for a brief amount of time, I saw a figure dash out from beneath me to let me fall. How... heroic.
As soon as I hit the ground, the person who had ran away just seconds before came rushing to my side. They rolled me over onto my back and began gently shaking my shoulders.
"Are you okay! Eevie, Eevie? Are you there?" I heard an oh-so-familiar voice ask worriedly.
I was pretty much sure who it was now, but before I went off on them, I had to confirm the identity of this person. So, I willed myself to open my eyes, despite the pain that shot through my body for doing so.
Yup. My assumptions were correct. It was Euan. I opened my eyes to see him stupidly staring down at me, his eyebrows furrowed in concern. His one arm was wrapped under my shoulders, propping my head up against the crook of his elbow. His other hand was sprawled on the ground on the opposite side of me, for balance.
His face was literally just inches from my own, and he seemed to be drawing nearer to me with each second that passed. Then again, I could be wrong. I mean, I was so dizzy and light-headed that the whole grounds around me were spinning and out of focus. Only Euan's face was clear and unmoving.
His eyes were boring into mine, and I couldn't help but notice how dilated his pupils were. This only served to make his already dark-colored eyes seem a few shades deeper. Concern wore away on his face, and his eyes seem to be welling up a slight bit. Not much, but just a little bit. Mixed in with the worried emotion that I saw so clearly on his face, I caught a glimpse of something that reminded why I was mad at him. Guilt.
That stupid idiot ran out from beneath me when I was falling to my death when he should of caught me. Seriously now, It's not like I'm some huge cow or anything. I mean, I'm not stick-thin, but I am small. He should have been able to catch me pretty easily, or at least have broken my fall. And maybe I could have broken a few of his bones in the process, too. Moron.
I grabbed Euan by his shirt collar and pulled my face dangerously closer to his. If anyone didn't know any better, they'd think that I was about to kiss him. But no, that was not at all what I intended to do. I was going to yell and shriek at him about what a selfish jerk he was until his ears rang.
"Euan..." I began, but I cut myself short.
My efforts to talk proved to be too much for my rather severely injured body, and I blacked out. The last thing I remembered was the feeling of the back of my head hitting the crook of Euan's elbow after it had fallen backwards. After that, I remembered nothing.
Several hours later, in the hospital wing.
I woke up, hours later, to the ever so lovely smell of chemicals such as rubbing alcohol. Apparently, I was in the hospital wing. I didn't know why I was here, however. I don't really remember much except... OUCH.
I had attempted to roll over onto my side, but pain had shot through my body like a searing hot knife through butter. Which is not at all a pleasant sensation, mind you. Well, at least now I know why I'm here. Me thinks it has something to do with me being practically physically crippled. And if someone didn't come to me soon and explain everything, I was going to go crazy and have a panic attack, which would leave me emotionally and mentally crippled as well.
I opened up my eyes slowly, gazing around the room to see if anyone was there. The first thing I set my eyes upon were the window. Outside, it was rather dark and everything was obscured in shadows. It must be pretty late.
All the lights were off in the hospital wing except for one single bulb in the middle of the ceiling, which failed to cast off much more light than a weak glow. I could, however, see everything just fine. The bulb gave off just enough light to dimly illuminate my sorroundings.
I wondered where Madame Pomfrey was as I searched the room silently with my eyes. Damn. I bet she was in bed already. It did look to be at least ten or eleven, judging by the darkness outside.
Despite the fact that time was against me, I continued to search the room hopefully. Someone had to explain to me completely what had happened. Or at least tell me what kind of condition I was in.
As I continued to gaze around the room, my eyes had finally settled upon a motionless figure sitting on a chair in the corner, sleeping. It was Euan.
My heart jumped a slight bit, although I don't know why. What was his reason for being here? Was he here for... me? I glanced around the room to see if there was anyone else that he could be here for. However, I found no one else but him and myself in vast dimly lit room.
I rested my eyes back upon Euan, staring at him blankly. He was curled up in a chair in a nearby corner of the room, his head resting on the wall and his eyes peacefully closed. On his face he wore not a grin or a frown, but instead his mouth formed a blank line, his lips not parted the slightest bit.
His hair was messy and dishevelled, more than it usually was. He was still completely dressed in his uniform, except his robe was thrown on an endtable nearby.
His tie was slightly loosened and he had undone the top button of his shirt, leaving a bit of skin exposed. As I stared at his collar bone, I couldn't help but wonder what he would look like shirtless. He actually had a pretty decent body. He was tall, but not too tall. I'd say he's about five foot ten or so. He had an average build, but he was leaning more towards the muscular side versus flabby. He also had broad shoulders and strong hands.
And let me tell you, I know just how strong his hands actually are. This is due to how many times he's caught me by elbow and yanked me back as I try to make my trademark casual escape from him. I swear, he's a like an aligator snapping turtle. Once he gets a hold of you, he doesn't let go until he wants too.
In order to get a snapping turtle to release it's bite on you, you have to either wait for it to stop or cut off it's head. Maybe I should cut of Euan's hand the next time he grabs me. That ought to teach him.
I'm such a sick, diluted soul. I need mental help. Or maybe just rest. Eh, whatever comes first.
I dragged my eyes up from Euan's chest to his eyes, which were closed at this particular moment. I couldn't help but admire his full lashes. He looked so... tranquil. And normal. Which is weird because he's anything but that. He's really rather a bit of an... oddball.
I had always pictured him as someone who was a trouble-maker with a ton of friends. However, he's quite a bit of a loner, very much like me. This is, however, if you disclude the fact that he has some strangely random infatuation with me.
I continued to stare at Euan blankly, until he slowly began to open eyes. He noticed me staring at him and in turn stared back at me. We both had the same look on our faces, closed lips and emotionless eyes. We continued to stare at eachother a moment longer and then Euan gave a small smile and let his eyes half-close from sleepiness.
"Sees as if someone's finally woken up." Euan said, restraining a yawn himself.
"...What happened?" I asked slowly.
Euan's eyes perked up as soon as I said that and slight worry crossed his face.
"You mean... you don't remember? Anything?" Euan asked cautiously.
"Not much... my head hurts pretty bad." I replied.
"Oh." Euan said quietly.
He got up from his chair across the room and dragged it up next to my bed. He sat down and leaned back, putting his elbows on the arm rests of the chair casually.
He parted his lips, like he was about to speak, but then stopped himself abrupty. A little grin spread across his lips and he held up his finger as if to say "wait a second".
Euan got up from the chair once again and walked back over to the endtable with his cloak on it. He lifted up the cloak and pulled a boquet of flowers out from underneath it. He walked back to me and handed me the flowers before sitting back down.
"For you." he said with a sweet little smile.
"For... me?" I asked dumbly, smelling the flowers. It was a rather nice arrangement flowers, I must admit. The majority of the flowers were daisies, my personal favorite.
"Yes, I really felt bad about what happened earlier. I mean, If I hadn't said anything, you wouldn't have fallen off your broom." Euan said guiltily.
That's when it all hit me like a ton of bricks. Or much like I'd imagine hitting cold, hard ground after falling thrity feet would feel like.
Anyways. It was just then that I remembered everything that had happened. I had fallen off my broom. Euan had ran out from beneath me, instead of catching me like he should have. And it was all because he startled me when he had said...
And then I remembered exactly what he had said.
"PERVERT!" I shrieked and I began wacking him with the boquet of flowers he had just handed me not seconds before.
"Ow! What'd I do now! It's not like I was staring at your chest or anything!" Eaun yelped back at me in response to my seemingly random attack.
I stopped hitting him with the flowers for a second and stared at him blankly. Flower petals were flying around us, slowly floating down to the floor.
"How dare you!" I yelled, after coming back to my senses. I once again took up hitting him with my weapon of choice, the boquet of flowers. We continued for a bit like this, me hitting him with flowers and him sheilding his face with his arms. He was really lucky he hadn't picked roses. I would have made sure the thorns on the stem would have hit him.
Finally, I stopped hitting him and threw the boquet at him, which he caught with a shocked look on his face. I don't know if he was shocked because I had destroyed the gift he had given me or because I had actually stopped hitting him. I rolled over onto my side, my back facing him. I really didn't want to have to deal with him right now. Or ever, for that matter.
After a moment's silence, Euan finally spoke up.
"Look, Eevie... I'm really sorry about earlier. I feel awful about what happened." Euan said softly.
"Which is entirely your fault. You startled me off my broom and then ran out from beneath me so I could hit the ground helplessly!" I spat back at him, still refusing to face him.
I laid there, anger flowing through me as I waited for his response. He never said anything though, and all that could be heard was a still silence.
Okay, maybe I was being a little harsh. I sighed deeply and turned on my other side to face him. He was looking down sadly at his hands, which were folded in his laps. He looked up at me quickly, then glanced down back at his hands before locking eyes with me again.
"Eevie... I'm sorry. I really am. I want to make this up to you." Euan began.
"What? By repeating the earlier events of today and you'll acually try catching me this time? Thanks but no thanks, I think I'll pass on taking that chance." I cut him off coldly.
Euan sighed deeply and then took one of my hands in his. Once again, I felt my heart skip a beat.
"I'm serious. I want to make this up to you. I'll do anything you want. I was thinking I could carry around your books and stuff for you, seeing as you're in all but one of my classes." Euan said.
I stared into his eyes for a bit, trying to catch something in them that would prove him to be dishonest or something. However, I found nothing except true sorrow.
"Fine, if that'll make you feel better." I said with a small sigh, glancing away from Euan's unblinking eyes.
"Eevie." Euan said firmly to get me to look back at him.
I locked gazes with him once again, wondering what he was about to say.
"It's not about making me feel better. I want to make this up to you. To make you feel better, not me." Euan spoke seriously.
I stared at Euan unsurely. What was this guys deal? Seriously, I had no idea why he wanted to make up what had happened earlier so bad.
"Um... okay." I said slowly.
A smile crossed Euan's face.
"Great, then I guess I'll start carrying your books as soon as you're out of here." he said happily.
Then, all of a sudden, The light from Madame Pomfrey's office flickered on and the woman herself popped out of her door, wearing a night gown. Me and Euan simply stared at her, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.
"You! I told you to leave hours ago. There are to be no visitors at this hour of the night!" Madame Pomfrey spoke harshly, pointing an accusing finger at Euan.
"Looks like i'm being kicked out by the old bat. I'll see you tomorrow." Euan whispered to me, then unexpectedly leaned over me and kissed me on my forehead before being shooed out abruptly by Madame Pomfrey, who looked to be quite flustered.
"That boy! You just tell me if he ever bothers you again, I'll be pleased to kick him out. Good night, dear." Madame Pomfrey said shortly, then disappeared back into her office.
But I barely registered a word she had said, for I was wrapped up in my own thoughts. I was blushing deeply, a direct result of Euan kissing me on my forehead. Why did he do that? Was it just because I'm injured... or because he might like me?
My own emotions are confusing me. I have mixed feelings, I just don't know what to think about Euan. One second he's being a complete jackass and pervert, and the next he's all sweet and sincere. Why is he even involved with me at all, too? I mean, I never talked to him previous to this year. I just don't get him, not in the least bit.
Well, as of right now I don't want to think. Or keep my eyes open a second longer for that matter. I'm terribly tired... I think I'll just go to sleep and call it a night.