Chapter 10: (sorry people my chapter numberings are all crapped up)
"Psssttt!" Wendy whispered at Christine.
"What?" she snapped, not taking her eyes off her Potions textbook.
"He's LOOOOOKING……"
"Who the hell?"
"Cedric! Cedric Diggory!"
"Whatever Wendy, go eat some more toast or something.
"No no look! See? HE'S LOOKING AGAIN!"
"Who's looking at who?" Ginny asked, joining into the conversation.
"Cedric at Christine,"
"Oh yeah man…Oh no he looked away now…He's talking to his friends now…" Ginny tsk-ed very loudly and said accusingly to Wendy "If you weren't so loud about it he- oh my word…" she whispered, "Christine, he was actually looking at you…"
This time, Christine looked up and peered over her thick book. On seeing her looking at him, he immediately looked away and started to talk to his friend. She shrugged and ignored Ginny and Wendy's squeals of excitement throughout breakfast. On finishing her breakfast, she decided to head down to the toilet to freshen up. After relieving herself, she proceeded to unlock the cubicle door and go out until…
"-I mean, Christine's a bitch and all, don't you think? As I remember, ever since her mom died, she was all stuck up, not talking to anyone. And she stole my boyfriend before she came to this horrible place. That's why I taught her a lesson not to mess with me,"
Christine immediately closed the door as softly as she could. Trying to get a better view of who it was, she pointed her wand to the floor and muttered a simple spell and hovered a few feet higher in the air, so that she was able to see over the door. It was Ann and her four Slytherin Cronies.
"What did you do Ann?" breathed Ann's newfound army of skanks.
"Well, there was this rumour going around that she actually liked this guy living across the street. So well, she was talking to him one day, I just went up to him and… kinda… Kissed him…(gasp and squeals of excitement from girls) Oh it wasn't that exciting or bad, I mean, she has rather bad taste, so anyway after that incident, I took a shower and my hair turned bright pink. It was so obvious she did it. She isn't exactly the losing type, but before I could get my vengence, she was off in Hogwarts. Boo hoo. How sad. So this week, I am going to get my revenge. Any suggestions?"
"Oooh yeah!" Pansy Parkinson started, "You could slip worms into her bag,"
"Or dye her hair neon green!"
"Or rip her books up! After all, all she does is study!"
"You could try stealing someone from her, I mean, there are rumours that that mysterious pink person was her,"
"Oh…So she actually does like Mister Diggory…" Ann said maliciously, "Well, I kinda do like him too,"
"But we can't take chance, I mean, we don't even know if she actually attended that dance,"
"Yes, but I have taken a fancy for Mr Diggory. So even if she doesn't like him, its my gain," laughing cruelly, the girls left the bathroom.
On feeling that it was safe to come out, Christine unlocked the door, washed her hands, and walked out of the bathroom. I can't handle this by myself. I need some people on my side too. I'll go tell Ginny and Wendy.
She explained the whole situation over the remaining five to ten minutes of breakfast to Ginny and Wendy (adding that she didn't love Cedric).
"You must check your shampoo or conditioner bottle from now onwards before you bathe everytime,"
"And beware that bunch of girls,"
"Never leave your bag open-"
"And never leave your belongings unattended too," came Ginny and Wendy together, making sure that Christine was extremely cautious against the Slytherin girls.
BORDER.BORDER.BORDER.
That evening when Christine was about to splash on soap onto her hair, she suddenly heard Ginny's voice ringing in her ears, telling her to check her bottles of shampoo and soap. She opened her bottle and saw that her shampoo had turned from baby pink to a vivid and a horrible neon green. Christine smirked and changed it back to normal in a single flick of her wand. She decided there and then, that she had to retaliate.
She appeared the next morning, with her hair still the colour of hazel, for breakfast, causing shocked expressions and stunned looks to appear on the Slyherin's face (especially Ann's). Noticing that Ann still cared for her "beautiful flaxen hair" more than anything in this world, Christine immediately worked out a plan to her advantage.
That evening before dinner, Christine purposefully crashed into Ann, spilling all their contents of their bags on the floor. Christine smirked and ignored the bitchy comments made by Ann. She then caught sight of Ann's beloved hairbrush, and thus, her wonderful plan coming into effect.
She quietly pointed her wand at the brush and jinxed it before gathering all her stuff and walking into the great hall.
"What did you do?" asked Ginny.
"Wait and see…." Christine replied maliciously.
Ann settled down at the Slytherin table. On catching sight of the two Gryffindor girls looking at her, she rolled her eyes and made the "M" sign with her hands, mouthing the word "Moron" at them. She then took out her hairbrush and immediately began to brush her beautiful hair. She combed…and she combed….and she combed…. But instead of smoothening out her hair even more, her hair began to entangle, knotting the strands together creating snares and dead knots in her golden hair. The sound of Ann's horrified shriek gave Christine the feeling of utter joy. Ann cast a look of pure exasperation and hatred at Christine who tried to smoothen her cruel laughter with the look of pure innocence, but to no avail.
"YOU….YOU DID THIS….! I WILL GET YOU CHRISTINE LIN! I WILL, GET MY REVENGE!" Ann shrieked, before storming out of the hall with her usual Slytherin cronies at her heel.
Christine smirked with pleasure, drinking in the moments of satisfaction and victory. It isn't my fault, she thought, she started it. Christine thought she sounded like some childish idiot so she stopped.
Boring border please ignore.
Later on that week, Sirius Black made his attack on the Gryffindor tower, causing much despair in school. That night, all students from the four houses gathered in the great hall in their pyjamas. Some of the younger ones had carried stuffed toys, appearing horrified and shocked, whereas the some of the older ones either had story books, novels, or textbooks in their hands (like Christine).
Professor Dumbledore assured the school of their safety, waved aside the four extremely long tables, and conjured over six hundred purple squashy sleeping bags, telling the school that they would be spending a night at the Great Hall.
"What? Haven't you seen a person in shorts before?" Christine snapped at a group of Ravenclaw boys who walked pass.
"Yeah we have, but non with legs as hot as yours!" remarked Jacob Pearson.
Christine reached for her wand, wanting to jinx them, only to be stopped by Ginny, who said "Forget it, grab a sleeping bag, all the good places are almost gone,"
Scowling, Christine grabbed the violent purple-
"Thing,"
-and dragged it off (with her heavy Transfiguration book) in the other direction. To her annoyance, Ginny was right. In fact, almost all the places in the Great Hall were taken up. Except for one small area, only permitting one person to lie down.
Dropping her sleeping bag with a loud "TSH" sound, she flopped into her sleeping bag only to find that she was next to Cedric Diggory.
"Oh great…More fun," she murmured.
"What? Oh…Hello," Cedric said, turning around.
Ignoring him, she turned around and glanced about the hall. Many people were still up and talking in loud voices.
"LIGHTS OUT!" barked a Professor Mcgonagoll.
Christine didn't mind, Christine didn't care. She went into the sleeping bag, whispered "Lumos", and began reading. She couldn't sleep. She wasn't even sleepy.
"Oi!" Cedric said, drawing back the covers.
"Put the light out freak!" someone said in an angry voice nearby.
"What now! Wanna put me in detention? I don't care," Christine said.
"Your not supposed to be reading,"
"Fine!" she snapped, slamming the book shut and facing her back at him. Trying to ignore the uncomfortable hard granite floor.
Christy's POV:
It's so warm…So comfortable…Christine thought as she woke up the next morning with her eyes still closed. Her fingers closed on something silky, entwining it. Wow…Never knew it was so soft…Mum's hand is around me again… Hang on, Mum's dead, how can she…Cedric's POV:
It's so comfortable…Mmmm…Hope I don't ever have to wake up… Cedric thought. What's that sweet smell? Smells of Strawberries and Cream…ehh… Who's hand is this? Who is on me?
Many people were wolfwhistling by the time either of Cedric or Christine decided to open their sleepy eyes.
"Nice one!" yelled a boy with utter appreciation of Cedric's "ability" to get Christine. "get" her.
"Blooddy !" shrieked Ann and a few other girls.
"What the hell!" Christine screamed, pulling her fingers out of Cedric's sandy brown hair, jumping up while Cedric sat up instantly and stood up at the speed of lightning.
On realizing that she was actually in the arms of Cedric, her stomach gave her a very queer sensation, one which wasn't negative of any sort…
Hey people! I just came back form my holiday which involved a lot of snow and skiing. I just came back from the frigging airport at 2am in the morning and im still up UPDATING. I don't know if I should carry on with my next two chapters now cos im really tired but great news. On the plane I got so bored watching the same movies over and over again, I got my note book out, drafted and planned for the next two chapters. ((: let us all celebrate by putting many fullstops in our reviews like so….……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………