Disclaimer- Harry Potter belongs to J.K.R. I only own the story/plot and all original characters presented throughout the duration of this fic.
Dlster- It was sort of a little bit of both... but it will be explained further on in the story, k?
No More Miss Nice Girl
Chapter 2
Ren stared at those two words, utterly transfixed by them. They were so bold, bright, so very green. Her breathing came out heavy and hitched, her mind swirling in a massive whirlpool. Her emerald eyes were wide from shock and disbelief. Her hands quickly let go of the letter, letting it fall to the table with a deep but soft thud. She shakily sat down in a chair, rested her head in shaky hands.
'No, no, no, no! This is not happening. I left the world of witchcraft and wizardry five fucking years ago!'
And indeed she had.
The minute she stepped through the barrier to reenter the muggle world at the end of her seventh year she had swore she would never return to their world. To the magical world. She had gone straight home and packed up her things, opting to leave everything magical that she had owned behind. And now after five years... it was a shock to her. A big shock. Especially since she wanted nothing to do with that world, that life anymore. Hadn't even seen anything magical for so long. And now... 'Why now?' She couldn't help but to ask herself that question, playing it over like a mantra in her head. All the while, her hand traced the edge of it for a moment before she flipped it over, looked upon at the crest that belonged to none other then Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her emerald eyes grew into thin slits as she glared at the letter; if anyone saw her at that moment they would have thought the devil had already taken over.
"Yo, Ren! What happen, you get lost in there or something?" She heard Kristi shout from outside.
Ren raised an eyebrow slowly. "No. I'm coming Kristi!" She shouted, a dead calmness lacing her words.
She took the letter in her small hand, using her other hand to reach in her shorts' pocket. She retrieved her silver lighter, pulled it out. She slowly flipped the top and watched as the flame spurted out. She then trailed her eyes back toward the letter, slowly brought the lighter to meet the envelope. When the tip had caught on fire she put the lighter back in her pocket, watched the letter burn. Finally it burst into flames. She let it fall to the ground, watched it shrivel up before emitting a loud pop. All that was left was black dust, the only remains, the only proof that there had ever been a letter. She smirked as she stared straight in front of her before swiftly turning on her heel and exiting the house.
(2AM That Night)
Ren stood behind the bar serving drinks out to the costumers. She had taken a break from dancing and was helping Janice with the drinks. She didn't mind, it was nice to have a break from doing the same thing ever night. Sure she loved her job, and she loved to dance, but tonight she just didn't feel like it. She couldn't feel the music. She blamed it all on the letter she had received earlier.
"Yo, Ren, don't look now but there's a hottie looking your way," Janice whispered in her ear. Ren looked over to where Janice had pointed, raised an eyebrow. A smirk planted itself on her lips.
"Catch ya later, Janice," Ren said and saw Janice grin at her before she disappeared in the crowd, heading toward the young man she had seen earlier. She swayed her hips as she walked toward him, felt his eyes watch her every move. She smiled seductively at him, was rewarded with a smile back.
'Tonight is going to be fun,' She thought as she began to talk with him.
(The Next Morning)
The sun shown through the open curtains brightly, sweeping upon the bed where the couple slept. A young redhead lay on her back staring up at the ceiling, while the man next to her slept on his stomach, his arm draped over top of her abdomen lazily. She twirled a piece of dazzling red hair around one of her nails that were painted a shiny shade of black. She smirked down at her partner from the other night. Oh yes, last had been extremely fun for her, however, the bastard couldn't kiss worth a fuck. She frowned, rolled her eyes as she pushed him away from her. She quickly got out of the bed. The man grunted as he awoke from his peaceful slumber. Ren ignored him, walked across the room where her clothes had been thrown the night before, preceded to put them on.
"What are you doing?" He asked as he watched her with a grin on his face. "You're not leaving already are you?"
Ren looked at him pointedly as she zipped up the back of her skirt. "What does it look like I'm doing dumbass?" She snapped.
"What last night to much for you, princess?" He boasted.
Ren smirked at that. "More like it wasn't enough," She sneered, her smirk growing when she saw the confusion on his face.
"Oh come on, do you actually think you were good? Please, I have to go home and take a shower in hopes of washing away all the layers of saliva you so kindly slobbered on me," She spat. "It truly amazes me that you actually knew where to put that pathetic excuse of a dick in last night." The remark was cruel, disgust dripping from her words.
"But last night, I thought we really had something," He said, sounding as if his heart and ego had been stepped on and broken into a million pieces before being spat on only to have the process repeated.
Ren rolled her eyes. Wasn't it girls who did this, or was she just being stereotypical?
"Get a clue! You were there, you were stupid, you looked somewhat hot, and I was in need of a fuck. Honestly, did you think that I would actually fall or had feelings for something like you?" She had finished dressing by now and gave him a crooked smile. "Oh you did! That's so incredibly stupid, not to mention pathetic," She sneered and quickly left his apartment
(Ren's House)
When Ren walked into her house she noticed that it looked the same as it had the other night. 'Kristi must not have come back last night,' She thought, shrugged. Something didn't feel right though; something was out of place. She shrugged it off, like she shrugged off her shoes before walking to her bathroom, stripping before getting in her shower. After about thirty minutes Ren stepped out of her bathroom wrapped in a blue towel, using another towel to dry her wet locks. Then she ran her fingers through her clean hair that now smelt of coconuts before she dried her body. She quickly slipped into her underwear and a pair of gray jogging shorts and black tank top.
After that she brushed her hair and walked into the kitchenette to get her something to eat. She pulled herself a bowel of cereal and glass of milk before sitting down at her table and eating. After she finished her meal she had plans to go and work out with her punching bag and Kassie for a little while. Not that she needed it; she was in perfect shape and could kick almost anybody's ass that bothered her. However, she enjoyed working out, it helped vent her frustrations. However, all thoughts of that were quickly blown away when her eyes landed on an envelope made of yellowish parchment. She let her spoon clatter against her bowl. Ren stood up from her chair immediately, walked over to where the letter lay.
"Damn wizards!" Ren yelled, slamming a fist down beside of the letter. She glared at it, snatched it up and looked at it. On it, it read:
Ms. Lily Evans
Bedroom in the second smallest beach house
Makaha
Hawaii
America
She growled under her breath as she tossed it on her table, flopped down in a chair. She tapped her fingers against her lips in thought as to what the letter could want and whom it could be from. 'I have two chooses, I can either open the godforsaken thing, or burn it again,' She told herself, but then thought back to her earlier letter.
'Damnit they'll just send another. Damn them to hell,' She thought bitterly. She snarled at the letter in distaste before grabbing it.
"Might as well open the damn thing," She muttered darkly. She turned it over; roughly broke the seal that held it closed and took out the letter from within. She carefully read over its contents, her face going pale, her eyes growing a dark green. The letter read:
Dear Ms. Evans,
We would like to inform you that you have been cordially invited to a five-year reunion being held at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The reunion will be a month long, allowing you to be reunited with old friends, and classmates. You are allowed to show up anywhere between October 21-October 27. After the twenty-seventh, however, the invitation will expire. All doors will be locked, admitting no one but teachers and students. We await your owl by no later then October 25 too inform us, the teachers, if you will be attending.
We hope to see you here Ms. Evans.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Ren slammed the letter down on the table, her flat palm making a loud smack. She glared at the offending piece of parchment and words with absolute distaste. 'Reunited with old friends and classmates? Ha! What a load of fucking bullshit!' She thought bitterly. She tapped her index finger against the table as she continued to glare at the paper. Why would she want to see all of them idiotic people that terrorized her at Hogwarts, a place she had grown to hate and despise with a passion? She raised an eyebrow, her eyes narrowed into thin slits. She vaguely heard the sound of the screen door opening and the sound of Kristi's humming.
"Yo, Renny Ren Ren, whatcha doing?" Kristi asked when she saw her best friend sitting at the table. When she didn't receive a response, she took a closer look at Ren, stepped back away from her. "Um, Ren, are you ok?" She asked timidly. She rarely ever saw Ren look like this before, and whenever she did, truthfully it frightened her.
Ren slowly dragged her eyes to meet Kristi's dark brown ones. Her lip twitched in irritation. "I'm just peachy," She ground out.
Kristi knew not to push it, however, curiosity won. She wanted to know what was bothering her friend. Her eyes glanced at the letter under her palm. "Come on Ren, tell me what's wrong. Does it have anything to do with that piece of paper?" She asked cautiously.
Ren's mouth twitched again, her eyes never leaving Kristi. "You mean this letter?" She asked calmly.
Kristi sat down in a chair across from Ren. Ren's eyes followed her, never wavering. It really unnerved her, how she did that. "Err yeah."
"Yes, it does have something to do with this letter." Ren stated calmly, her eyes placid not showing how much restrained anger was raging just under the surface. She didn't want to go off on Kristi; she was her best friend. She wasn't the one who had sent the letter to her, so she didn't deserve to be yelled out.
Kristi nodded her head slowly. "Wanna talk about it?" She knew already what the answer would be. No. Ren was a very withdrawn person when it came to talking and sharing, she would always pull away. Sometimes she didn't, but half the time she did.
Ren didn't say anything for a moment. Kristi took this as a no, began to get up. Stopped when she heard Ren begin to speak,
"You wouldn't understand, Kristi," She told her. Kristi sat back down and looked at her.
"Try me."
Ren smirked, looked at her challengingly. "I'm a witch."
A/N- Okay this is the revised Chapter Two. Nothing as changed. I only corrected errors and whatnot. Basically it is the same A/N from Chapter One. Thanks for all the reviews I received from this chapter; they were really appreciated.
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