Thought I'd add a new chapter quickly since I'm probably gonna be a little slow for a few weeks. I'm working like a fiend this week and we're vacationing the next. Ain't summer great? And speaking of work, after slaving over a stinky fryer all day that chocolate cake is starting to sound mighty good! ;)
Wonderful reviewers, I'm going to thank you in rudimentary, grammatically incorrect Spanish. Mucho gracia! Don't ask, you'll get it.
The next day, at 9:57 AM, in third period algebra class, in the second row, seats 3 and 4, the unthinkable happened.
Cathy got a boyfriend.
Well, not exactly. To put it technically she got the boy next to her to agree to go to the movies with her, as long as she would stop passing him love notes. But Cathy had long ago decided she'd take her victories where she could get them.
But she didn't do the world a favor and stop writing her story. On the contrary, Cathy decided she'd have to channel Star's wonderfulness on her date, so she wrote fiendishly for the next two days.
On the first day, there was nothing. Then Cathy said, "Let there be an awkward but adorable meeting." And it was so.
Star sat down at the gryffindor table next to a red-headed girl with green eyes. (Cathy wanted her readers to guess who this mysterious redhead was before she revealed it.) The girl gave Star a friendly smile and welcomed her to gryffindor house. Star was responding with a dazzling smile when a pair of mesmerizing gray eyes caught her attention.
She studied the face they belonged to. The young man was extremely handsome, with silky hair almost - but not quite, of course - as black as Star's own. She gave him a shy smile, her emerald-amethyst-sapphire- (Oh, what the hell, thought Cathy. It sounds cool.) -quartzeyes twinkling. Embarrassed at being caught staring (although who could blame him - the whole school was staring), he turned away quickly. Star felt a rosy blush spread across her cheeks and looked away as well. Little did she know that the subtle color made her appear even more beautiful to the handsome boy.
Star's attention returned to the front of the room, but the boy's never wavered. He watched the glints of light on Star's hair as she shifted her head, and was entranced by the way her long, feathery eyelashes framed her emerald-ameth-...oh, you know... eyes. He also stared at her cleavage, which wasn't difficult because it was pushed up to gravity-defying heights.
Next to the boy, whose name was Sirius Black, another boy with messy black hair was spelling out the words "DATE ME LE" on his plate with noodles. He noticed his friend staring at the gorgeous new girl and gave him a nudge.
"What's the matter?"
Sirius answered in a dazed voice, his eyes never leaving Star's face. Star, although remarkably intuitive, did not notice. "I d-don't know...She's so b-beautiful...I've never felt this way before!"
"That's right, you playboy! You're with a new girl every week, but it really reveals your troubled nature! And of course, you're always looking for "The One". Man, I hope she doesn't find out about your womanizing past! She might delay dating you for ten whole chapters!"
Sirius gave his friend a puzzled look. "Huh?"
Meanwhile, the red-headed girl was talking to Star. She had been unintimidated by Star's ridiculously skimpy clothing, superior attitude, and inhuman beauty, and was now introducing herself.
"I'm Lily Evans." (Did you guess it? Cathy sure is clever!)
"Moonlit Starbeam Higgins. No, Starlit Moonbeam. Everybody calls me Star," replied Star.
"What a beautiful name! And you have to tell me how you get your hair so shiny!"
"Oh this?" Star glanced dismissively at her radiant hair. "It looks like this when I get out of bed. Hey" - She leaned in closer to Lily -"who's that boy over there?"
Lily rolled her eyes. "Sirius Black. Second-biggest idiot in the school. And the biggest is James Potter, who I hate with every cell and fiber of my being." James was now pointing to his plate and mouthing the words at Lily.
Star had a sneaky suspicion that Lily was actually madly in love with James. Her psychic powers sometimes gave her hints like this. But she ignored it and instead said quietly, "Sirius eres muy guapa!"
Lily gaped. "You know rudimentary, grammatically incorrect spanish?"
Star fluttered her eyelashes modestly. "Oh, yes, my parents were spanish. I say "were" because...(sniff)...because...they DIED! VIOLENTLY!" Star let out a great howl and tears poured down her cheeks. Sirius longed to comfort her, because even with a red, tear-and-snot-stained face, she looked stunningly beautiful.
"Somos el mujer de me corazon," murmured Sirius to himself.
Star's bawling abruptly stopped. "You know rudimentary, grammatically incorrect spanish too?" They shared a moment of deep meaning, slight awkwardness, and much blushing, but it was broken by Dumbledore's yell of "Tuck in!"
Sirius took this to heart and immediately ate everything on the table. Then he went to the slytherin table and stole their food as well.
"What are we going to eat?" asked Star. She was only saying this in surprise - she hadn't had any solid food since her figure was described as "willowy." And the only purpose for the liquid food was because she had also been described as "curvaceous." (While Cathy wasn't sure one could be both willowy and curvaceous, she knew that Star could manage it.)
"How do you think I'm so slender?" Lily muttered as Sirius took a bite out of the ravenclaw table.
Cathy yawned. She had been writing for 4 hours straight! Not because she thought carefully over everything she wrote, but because she typed with one finger while saying the letters: "S...T...A...R..."
"That's enough for today," thought Cathy. She was absolutely exhausted, having poured so much of herself into her made-up character. More writing tomorrow! Cathy was thrilled at the thought.
Wow, I think this story is actually going to have a plot! A hole-y, held-together-with-strings plot, but a plot all the same. Anyway, thanks again to all my reviewers. Each one brightens my day! And I know that most Mary-Sues use French, not Spanish, but my knowledge of French is pretty much limited to "Oui, mademoiselle!"
