Disclaimer: Plot's mine, all other you can claim.

Author's Note: Sometimes you want to know something so bad and when you find it out, you discover it doesn't help. At all.

I F O N L Y I H A D A R O S E

I have one very serious question to the world. Very, very, extremely serious question. Concerning the grave matters of my best friend betraying her house and not being best friends with me (when I proposed a girl's night she smriked and declined before running away to meet someone, no doubt. I wonder who.) and these awful boys. Utterly unromantic.

Back on topic, my question is: What, pray tell, does everyone have against roses?!

You see, everyone's been wearing black lately, except for Severus Snape's red converses. But he doesn't count. TGG is a godawful girl, she wears black and tears down the roses I have attached to the paintings in the corridors. And the punk boy, M-guy who is not the least bit polite, is wearing black, too. When I asked the house-elves to bring me a boquet of roses, they told me roses weren't available anymore and that I can't get any from Hogsmeade before January. God must hate me.

But I can't corrupt my mind with such vulgar subjects as people being unromantic and wearing black. I have reached to a new level of romanticide. This new level is the level of a twisted romance. See, I have found myself in love with Professor Flitwick! He has such a charm!

No pun intended, of course. I'm quite serious about this thing, I guess older men are just so irresistible and much more romantic than those immature teenagers like Potter, Black, Snape, Caspar, Marcus, M-guy and so on.

I got an interesting idea yesterday in Transfiguration. Professor McGonnagall was showing us diagrams about human transfiguration and she said that the diagrams were like life: that you never know where on the diagram you are.

I found this to be quite correct, and I proudly told Calina that I thought I was on the top right now. But alas, I was appalled at her reaction. She just smirked at me and said, "no, really?". That will be marked down as laughing at me. How dare she.

You know, a couple of days ago, Calina, Cathy, SS and I were waiting for Potions (Gryffindors with Slytherins, that's why SS was there. TGG had a high fever and had become a resident in the Hospital Wing. Ha.) and we were talking when Joanna, a fourth year Hufflepuff, entered the room and grabbed a white paper angel (it was sooo cute!) that she had left on the table.

That's when our subject turned. The conversation following was something like that:

"Angels. Ugh," grimaced Calina. SS nodded, Cathy didn't do anything because she's afraid if she disagreed we wouldn't be her friends anymore. And I.. I was appalled. So I argued.

"How can you say that?" incredulous looks. I continued, "Angels are the purest good there is!"

At that, Calina laughed. For a second she reminded me of that awful girl, Bellatrix Black, as well as that godawful girl TGG.

"The purest good there is?! Pah. You really do know nothing about life," she said.

What on earth? Angels are the purest good and love is forever, the accent given by roses.. It must've shown on my face, because Calina continued.

"But well, you believe in love and all that romantic sh—stuff so that probably explains it.."

Now I was seriously worried. What had happened last November?

"Calina! What's happened to you? Last year you weren't so sceptical about these things," I said.

Her face was smooth stone.

"Time has passed, things have happened." Her tone was ice.

"Well, I'm sure nothing of that kind—" I tried. But she had already turned away and was engaged in conversation with SS.

I turned to Cathy.

"You were totally right, Lily," she said but I was not in the mood to endure some ditzy fangirl's small-talk.

I must admit, I quite pitied myself. Last year I had invited Severus Snape on a date with me but he refused and called me names. I can see he quite admires Calina, maybe even likes her. Then M-guy threw his apples at me. And he likes Calina, too. And even Caspar, the new guy, laughs at Calina's antics. I'm not even going to talk about James. (My love...) What do they all see in her?

That's beyond me. That's the thing with boys, they like her and they dislike me. I wonder why, I mean, I'm so romantic and I like roses, believe in angels and love. I'm the ideal! But the thing with friends is that Calina and Cathy used to be very good friends but then Calina started communicating with me more and they grew apart, which is why Cathy's a ditzy fangirl now. But she never had a backbone anyway..

Then SS appeared. Well, she had always been Calina's friend. But I was her best friend and then came November and something happened. Well, okay, we had a huge fight but we made up, didn't we? I mean, now, a year later, she can't be still mad, can she?

Now she's like stone and steel and ice and whatever, I don't know what she thinks and wants. And I'm stuck with Cathy and no boys whatsoever. I mean, I'm pure, I'm the ideal. So why, oh why, don't boys like me?