Chapter 10 :
Christine stormed out of the classroom, slamming the door behind her. How could Hufflepuff win when we did so well. We did better. We could have easily won. The judge was bias! Its obvious she gave the win to Hufflepuff just cos we are from Gryffindor Christine thought furiously. She had left right after the ajudicator announced the results, not even bothering about the debrief. So what! I'm not even in the club. I'm just standing in for Melinda. Why bother!
"Christine!" yelled someone.
She carried on walking, ignoring the person calling after her. He caught up only to be told by Christine-
"If you are here to mock go fly a kite!" Christine turned around and saw Cedric looking at her, stammering, she managed to shout, "Shove of Diggory!" before swinging herself around and walking quickly towards the library.
She felt him gripping her right arm firmly.
"Get lost Diggory I have no time for petty accusations!" she said exasperatedly.
"I just wanted to congratulate you on doing well for your first time,"
"Whatever," she snapped before wrenching her arm from his grip and heading off to the library.
BORING BORDER. BLABLABLAABLABLALBLLBABLABLALBALB.
She woke up the next day with this weird sensation in the pit of her stomach. A small voice in her head told her she was forgetting a very important occasion. She got up and flipped open her organizer lazily.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU….HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU…HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO CHRISTI-"
"Oh shit!" she said, immediately slamming the book shut. She looked at her calendar which was hanging off her bed post. 27th December. It was her birthday.
Ever since her mother died, her birthdays became quiet occasions whereby most of the time, her father was too busy to come home to celebrate with her. There was never a cake, there was never a celebration. Just an expensive gift from her father. A gift which most bimbo's would have appreciated. She just accepted these gifts without any expressing any emotions, but thanked her father formally for buying it for her. She never specifically wanted something.'
She walked into the Great Hall for her breakfast and settled down by Michelle MacFayda. Just when she started to pour milk into her glass, an owl with a small package wrapped in bright red wrapping paper flew into the hall, attracting the attention of all the students who began pointing at it. To Christine's dismay, it swooped down to her and dropped the package into her lap. Just what I need. More attention she thought. When everyone had stopped pointing and staring, she opened the letter attached to the package.
Dear Cousin Christine,
My mum ( aunt Rose) told me about your birthday last week, so I took the liberty of buying you a present to cheer you up for celebrating your birthday away from you family and friends. (: God Bless,
Love Cousin Hannah.
Christine opened the package without any sign of enthusiasm. Inside was a silver bracelet with letter charms, spelling C-H-R-I-S-T-I-N-E. She couldn't help but smile at the beautiful bracelet. After all, silver was her favourite colour. She put on the braclet and carried on with her breakfast, pouring some oats into her bowl. Then another two or three owls appeared, flying towards her, and dropping the packages onto her lap. Why can't anyone understand I DON'T WANT ANYTHING FOR MY BIRTHDAY! She thought to herself as more owls appeared, dropping yet another five packages on her lap, including one wrapped in a horribly violent purple wrapper. Must be dad…she thought.
"Evanesco," she muttered, vanishing all the packages.
She was about to walk back to the common room when…
"Christine!"
"Huh? DAD! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!" she asked, half angry at not being informed that he was coming, and half shocked at him for screaming her name so loudly.
"It's your birthday and on top of my gift, the one wrapped in purple by the way, I brought someone along! She's gonna study here for about a month. She wants a new environment. If she doesn't like it here, I guess she will transfer out!" he said excitedly.
"Who is "she"?" she asked quizzically.
Just then, an extremely bimbotic girl appeared out of nowhere.
" This place is seriously, and definetly, like, ancient Christy-Lynn! How can you stand living here?" the bimbotic girl said.
"My name…is not…Christy-Lynn…Thank you very much…Christy-Ann…" Christine said through gritted teeth, addressing the other girl.
Christy-Ann, in short, Ann, was Christine's arch enemy. Christine hated her the most. The Ravenclaws were no match to this skank when it came to who was the bitchiest. Ann was Christine's nightmare, she was Christine's most hated person, she was a spoiled and stuck up brat, she had all the things any girl like her would want, and she was Christine's neighbour. Although she was no match for Christine when it came to natural beauty and intellect, as many boys fell for her as they did for Christine. She was dressed from head to toe in designer rags. Things like Louis Vuitton, Chanel, Prada, and Roger Debuis (wizard style) could be found on her. Taking off her Chanel sunglasses, she looked at Christine from head to toe. She arched her eyebrows at her plain fashion sense and walked a few steps forward, dragging her Armani trunk along with her, examining the wall material and the interior of the great hall.
"Dad…No…!" Chirstine mouthed.
"Oh nonsense. You two have been best of friends since the age of five," he said, obviously oblivious of the fact that they both fell out the previous year.
"You don't understand, I hate her. Get her out of here, get her away, get her far away," She mouthed back.
"There's nothing I can do darling, her parents want her to be in a public school. They feel that she's too spoilt and needs to be…exposed, I'm sorry," he said, kissing her on her forehead, "I will be leaving now. Bring her to Professor Dumbledore's office and take good care of Ann," giving her another kiss and a hug, he left.
"Thanks for the present dad, love you," she answered, watching her father smile at her once more and walk out of the large entrance doors.
"Christine darling…" Ann said superficially, smirking with much pleasure and delight, "Get my suitcase up to whatever room I will be staying in tonight,"
"Carry your own suitcase, your supposed to meet Professor Dumbledore now. Good bye," Christine said savagely, completely ignoring her father's previous instructions to bring her there.
There will be much trouble, gossiping, and bitching with her around… Christine thought, might as well get the upper hand by leaving her stranded. She laughed cruelly to herself and left her standing there as she walked back to her common room. She heard the scraping of a trunk against the granite floor.
"Christine! You cant LEEAVEE me here! Your father said that you had to BRRRIIINGGG me to Professor Dumbledore's OFFICCCEEEE!" Ann screeched.
Christine stopped in her tracks. She turned around, shooting a look of disgust and hate at Ann before grabbing her savagely by the collar of her shirt, dragging her towards the professor's office.
"oww! Owww….! OWWWW…..! YOUR HURTING ME YOU BITCH!" Ann screamed.
Christine looked around at her, fxing her with a cold and annoyed stare. If looks could kill, Ann would have been a in a dead and crumpled heap a long long time ago…
"Carry my trunk! I'm so gonna break a nail with all this dragging," Ann said in her usual bimbotic manner.
"HAVE YOU EVER….EVER IN YOUR ENTIRE LIFE…HEARD OF A WAND?" Christine burst out, losing her temper and started to wave her's infront of Ann's face.
"Ohhh….." Ann said, before drawing her own, "Locomotor Trunk," she commanded, causing the trunk to levitate off the floor.
Christine stormed all the way to Professor Dumbledore's office, trying to ignore Ann's bitchy comments on her plain dressing and drab hair do. She came to a stop at the statue of an eagle and started to grin in the most vicious manner.
"Well…This is it," Christine said, still grinning.
"What? Where is it?" Ann snapped.
"It's this eagle statue thing. Neither you nor I have the password,"
"What!"
Christine shrugged and added before going off " Well, you can wait here 'till he decides to appear," still grinning.
Just then, the eagle statue spirelled up slowing, revealing a staircase to a room.
"Enter, Miss Hawkins," said a wise voice which was obviously Professor Dumbledore's.
Christine blinked and turned away. She practically spent the whole afternoon sitting on the cold stone bench, thinking of more vicious ways of getting back at Ann… At dinner, Christine found that Ann had found her place amongst the Slytherins.
"…well that old bat had me try on this old ratty hat with NO sign of a decent designer tag which clashed totally with my outfit. It told me that I belonged in Slytherin, cos' I was witty and sly and cunning…He didn't mention anything about brains though I have loads of them…" Ann boasted to a large group of fawning boys and interested girls from Slytherin.
With that comment, Christine choked hard on her beef stew, coughing with more force than she should have used to stress the fact to the brainless Slytherin that Ann was infact, like them, BRAINLESS. As she remembered, Ann had failed all her tests their private tutor had set them. She continued eavesdropping on Ann who was boasting that she shared a private tutor with her neighbour (namely, Christine, who was not mentioned once), that her family owned a huge manor overlooking the sea, that her father had inherited a large amount of gold from her grandfather, that her father worked as a famous healer in St. Mungos, bringing back tons of gold for the family, etc etc. Unable to listen anymore, Christine ditched her stew and walked out of the hall.
She bumped into Cedric Diggory on her way out, accidentally hitting him hard in his chin, injuring her head. Tears welled in her eyes as she rubbed her head which collided into his nose and felt a large bump rising. She saw blood coming out from his nose which he covered, trying to stem the flow of blood. She immediately took action. Prying his hand gently (yet with no feeling expressed) from his face, she pointed her wand at his nose.
"What are you going to do?" he asked uncertainly.
"Episkey" she said.
His nose had immediately stopped bleeding. She quickly siphoned the blood of his face with the use of her wand and stood up, heading for the quickest way out.
"Hey thanks…!" he said, catching her arm before she could take off.
"Whatever," she replied, trying to sound cold instead of overwhelmed.
What the hell? Overwhelmed? Get a grip of yourself Christine she told herself.
"Hey you err…" he said uncertainly.
"What?" she said impatiently.
"Do you want-"
"CHRISTINE….!" A shrill voice screeched.
She turned around and felt her cheeks burn with the heat of a thousand suns. She saw the bimbo strutting like a peacock towards her, oblivious to Cedric.
"Wha-" Christine started.
"I need you to collect my new transfiguration book from the bookstore in Hogsme…" Ann stopped and looked at Cedric. "My my my…" she whispered. Casting a malicious look at Christine, she said to Cedric " HI! My name is Christy-Ann Hawkins, Slytherin, pleasure to meet you, and you are…?" in the most innocent and sweet voice ever heard on the planet of earth.
"Cedric, Cedric Diggory. Hufflepuff," he said, smiling warmly at his new-found friend.
Totally ignoring Christine, she carried on, " I'm new here, I just arrived today. Still trying to figure my way around this massive place," she said, adding a laugh to the back of her sentence.
"Well, err, if you need any help, Ann, you are most welcome to ask me," he said, still smiling.
"That would be splendid! I see you have met my neighbour Christine?"
"We are not neighbours," Christine added ever so softly that only she could hear herself.
On seeing the look of detest pasted on Christine's face, she ploughed on, "I see she still hasn't got over the fact that her crush betrayed her last her and chose me over her," she added, smiling in the most pretentious, most fake and understanding manner, "Don't worry, you'll get over it," she added, slapping Christine on the back in a friendly manner, smirking. Just that she didn't actually slap Christine on her back in a friendly manner. She slapped Christine hard, arching her fingers slightly so that her claws would sink into Christine's back.
Christined stiffened and walked away, purposefully treading hard over Ann's foot, leaving Cedric staring after her, only to be brought back into a conversation with Ann…
Hey people! I guess this chapter is rather interesting isn't it? Its just the beginning. Hehehehehe. And I know Ann doesn't really seem like a bitch now, but she WILL. Her evil will flourish and get Christine so mad for trying to steal Cedric and and and and and and…oh well. I guess I said too much (: well, I hope you have enjoyed this chapter.