Authors Note:
I know I said I wouldn't update so fast anymore but…I CAN'T HELP IT!
It's addicting. Oh yes. By the way, if there are mistakes, it's not my fault. My dad's keyboard has problems.
Sango taijiya- More action, coming up! There might not be lots in this chapter but tons in the next.
Blesser- I haven't decided which on it shall be…I will decide on a whim this chapter. And thanks for the suggestion. I did that before I wrote the description. I described it to fit the story, and scare Terry…and how people think emos are in my town. I actually like the internets description better.
Black Roses of death- Thank you for the compliment.
Oh yea…Neko….Nira is you…you happy now?
Read on my minions, read on!
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I guess I deserve this. He thought as he played with his breakfast.
It was the morning after EL barricaded herself in her room. She hadn't come out yet and Terry was becoming desperate.
None of the girls in EL's dorm wanted to talk to her and slept somewhere else. Terry couldn't get his hands back to normal so he walked around with them flashing.
Harry and Hermione came over and at beside him. "Where's Ron?" Terry asked, remembering how weird he acted toward EL.
"He's gone…weird. All he talks about is Emily….I mean EL." She said, correcting herself quickly. Unfortunately, Harry and Terry were too quick for her.
"Emily? That's EL's name?" Harry asked.
Hermione went red and thought for a minute. Could it hurt to tell them? Oh well, She can kill me later.
"No…that's not her name. Her name is Emily-Lee. Speaking of her…where is she Terry?" Hermione asked quietly.
Terry stared at his cereal for a moment.
"She….I looked in her journal yesterday and she got mad and hasn't left her dormitory yet. And since all the Ravenclaw girls are afraid of her, there's no way I can talk to her. And because I read it, my hands are all…like this." He answered glumly, showing them his hands.
Harry stared at Terry. "Why did you read her journal?"
Terry shook his head and sighed. "I don't know why I did. Maybe to understand her better. I'm still trying to figure it out."
"What did she write in there?" Hermione asked. Harry glared at her. "What?"
"Well…I won't tell you guys EXACTLY but I can tell you that her life really is terrible, she writes a lot of poetry and a kid named Rylin should be killed." He replied angrily.
As Terry talked, Hermione had an idea. "Hey Terry, what's the password to Ravenclaw common room?" She asked.
"Why? You do remember the dormitories have passwords now." Terry replied, catching on.
"That's no problem. Hey Nira!" Hermione yelled over to a brunette with red glasses sitting at the Hufflepuff table.
"Yeah Hermione? Hi! I'm so excited…aren't you? Today's a SATURDAY!" she said flouncing over and bouncing up and down, clapping her hands.
"Harry, Terry, meet Nira. She's from Hufflepuff. Nira…what's the Ravenclaw password to the girls dormitory and common room? And where is the common room?" She asked.
"Oh…it's…..bubble bath fritters to the dormitory, Flying Pixies is the other password and it's the Blue Man's portrait.. Have a good day…oh and nice to meet you two. Ecstatic actually." With that said a little too cheerfully, she bounced away.
"That's Nira. She knows EVERYTHING. Not anything useful of course. Just passwords, secret passageways, that stuff. I'll go and get EL." She said as she got up and started walking away.
"Good thing Fred and George aren't here…Nira would have stalkers." Harry chuckled.
Terry, feeling happier that EL might show her face soon, continued eating his now mushy cereal.
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Hermione got to the portrait and said the password. She walked up the stairs to the common room. It's like the Gryffindor one.
Hermione walked up the stairs and said the other password. She opened the door to a very scary room.
EL had made the girls dormitory a copy of her room. Since the other girls weren't using it…why not.
Emily walked out of the bathroom in a purple nightgown, feeling groggy, until she saw Hermione.
"Why are you here?" she spat out. EL was wide awake now.
"Terry says he's sorry. Please come eat." Hermione pleaded, slightly frightened of Emily and her room.
"No. That turd deserves the silence. He a loser and I could care less what he thinks." She said, turning her back on Hermione and heading to her bed.
Hermione sighed. "This is getting us no where." She sat down on a bed next to EL's.
EL spinned around, her nightgown twirling around her. "What makes you think I want to go anywhere? I don't want to make up with Terry. We weren't even friends. Neither are we. You guys choose to follow me and talk to me. If I had it my way, I wouldn't even be here! I would've stayed away from everyone and still be in Canada with my parents!" she shouted and looked out the window, her eyes filling with tears.
Why must I cry? Why? Why must I even be sad?
EL almost fainted when she saw Terry and Harry's faces appear at her window. Hermione screamed and opened it so they could come in.
The boys flew in on Harry's broom. Emily no longer had tears in her eyes. "This is just peachy! A party in my room with people I don't want to see…How fan freaking tastic!" she shouted pacing the room.
"Told you she'd be difficult" Terry muttered to Harry as they sat down beside Hermione.
"We came to help you…Terry realized that EL probably wouldn't co-operate." Harry told Hermione.
"And now that you guys are here I'll co-operate? Guess again boys!" She said, heading for the door.
Terry stepped in front of the door. "Please stay EL? Please?" he pleaded. El saw hurt in his eyes. Serves him right. Stupid idiots.
"Fine…I hate you all. Now what do you want from me?" She asked, sitting on her bed across from them.
"We want you to talk to us." Terry answered sitting down.
Emily glared at him. "I am talking...not too happily but still talking." She replied grumpily. She crossed her legs and her arms.
"No you aren't. Talking is like you did the first time we met." Terry said.
EL froze. She stared at him then her eyes flickered to Harry and Hermione.
"No I haven't said anything to them yet." He replied. Harry and Hermione were really confused.
"What is he talking about EL?" Harry asked. Terry answered before EL could.
"When I first met EL, or Emily-Lee I should say, we were walking and she broke down in tears. Care to explain why?" He asked cockily. Emily glared at him then at Hermione, figuring out she must have told them. Hermione squirmed uncomfortably while Harry stared at her contently.
"Why EL?" He asked curiously. She bolted up and ran to her bag. She rummaged through it a then found what she was looking for. Her journal.
She hucked it at them and yelled, "You want answers, there's your answers! But you've already read it now haven't you? Probably didn't read it all, I was only gone five minutes!" She hollered at Terry.
She ran into her bathroom and locked it, leaving them alone in her room. She turned around and slumped to the ground, her back to the door.
She cried, remembering how horrible her life was, remembering things she didn't want to remember. She remembered the taunting, the shouting, the loneliness of her past, Rylin. She remembered everything except her parents.
She cried for a solid half hour before someone knocked on her door. "Go away!" She yelled croakily. She heard shuffling feet and the click of the door. Good, they actually left me alone.
She got up and took a shower, turning on the radio. She sang to Animal I have Become by Three Days Grace.
I
can't escape this Hell,
So many times I've tried,
But I'm
still caged inside,
Somebody get me through this nightmare,
I
can't control myself!
So what if you can see,
The
darkest side of me,
No one will ever change this animal I have
become!
Help me believe,
It's not the real me,
Somebody
help me tame this animal!
I can't escape myself,
So
many times I've lied,
But there's still rage inside.
Somebody get me through this nightmare,
I can't control
myself!
After El got out, she took put on her galsses and her comfiest PJ's. She looked in a mirror and decided to not have make up on for now. Why do these people even have a mirror?
She opened the door to see Terry on her bed. She leaned on the door frame. "Haven't left yet turd?" She asked casually but inside she was so angry.
"Nope. Not yet." He replied, sitting up. "You have a pretty voice.".
"Why are you still here? Harry and Hermione left ages ago." She said tiredly. She levitated him to the door and then laid down on her bed. "Leave." She said simply.
"No..I don't think I will. We read your journal." He said, laying on his stomach on the bed next to EL's.
"Lovely, now LEAVE!" she demanded venomously. She had a headache and all she wanted to do is take a few Tylenols and pass out.
"EL…talk to me. Please?" He asked quietly, staring at her.
Emily sighed and looked over at him. "Why?" she asked.
"Well…because I want to understand and-" EL cut him off.
"No Terry…Why? Why everything. Why do you bother me so much, why do I talk to you so much? That stuff. Why?" she asked, laying on her stomach too, facing him.
Terry took a moment. "I don't know why…I follow you because…I don't know. You talk to me…I don't know again. Hold on a moment. Have you played 20 questions before?" He asked and idea dawning him.
"No. I've seen it be played though." She said quietly. The kids in America would never let her play so she watched them.
"OK. Now what well do, is I'll ask you questions and vice versa and we answer them. It's kind of like twenty questions but not really." Terry said triumphantly.
EL had to laugh at the look on his face. "OK Terry…but only ten questions. Me first. What do you like?" she asked.
"Hold on hold on….we need something first." He rummaged through his pockets and pulled out a thermos. "Veratisurem! Not that I don't trust you or anything, but it can help. Like we know the answer, but we can't piece it together." He said quickly at the look on her face.
"Fine." She took a swig and so did he. "Me first. So what DO you like?" she repeated.
I like books, music and the color blue. My turn. Why are you always so quiet?" he asked after a moment of thinking.
"I'm scared I guess. My life has always been, well horrible really, so I keep my thoughts to myself. It's easier. Not having someone watching you, wondering when you'll crack. And besides, If Carissa and Keith ever caught wind of me telling someone something I wasn't supposed to say, well, lets just say it wouldn't be nice. OK, Do you worry about me?" she blurted out, blushing after.
"HEY! You actually blushed. Yes…a lot actually. I think it's because I worry…but I don't really know. My turn again. What do YOU like?" he asked her the question.
EL smirked. " I like, get ready for a long list, animals, purple, black, silver, green, music, the smell of cut grass, flying, running, swimming, potions, transfiguration, charms, books, the night, the moon, analyzing people, being in my own world, and eyes." She replied, smirking at the last thing she said.
She loved eyes. In every person they were unique, like fingerprints. "Ok, question. Ummm….What do you hate?" she aid think for a moment.
"So that's why you said the eyes thing to Trelawney! I hate prissy girls, Slytherin's, wanna-be's and…I don't want to say but I have to so, not being loved." He said really quickly, hoping she wouldn't catch it.
"What do you hate?" He asked. EL smirked again, not caring about what he said.
"All the things you said plus more, a lot more. Girls in general, stupid people, not being able to fly at will, classic music, IT'S NOT MUSIC, love, happiness, and…cheaters…or to be fair, Rylin." She said, anger flashing across her face as she said the last part.
"OK...What is there? What do you think love is? To you." She asked curiously. Whenever she asked this question people looked at her funny. What's so funny about it, I've never experienced it so I want to know.
This time Terry smirked. "Love is when you can't take your eyes off someone. When you think about them constantly and can't stand to see them sad. It's when they look at you and you get lost looking back at them, when you feel like the world couldn't be better. It's kind of like how Harry looks at you." He said, watching it sink into El's mind.
"Oh god...he loves me. Fantastic…poor guy…I don't love him." She said sadly.
"Ok my question. Since you observe people, what you'd you want to see in your dream person?" He asked.
Emily sighed. "I've met him before. He's my dream person. His eyes are a curious blue, it's like they search the soul, looking for something that he's never been able to find. He's pretty muscular and has a beautiful smile. He's compassionate, but not happy. Like me. There's something haunting him that he'll never forget. His face is gentle, like a puppy. He has long eyelashes but they're almost covered by his black hair. He's helpful by nature and gets along with everyone. He happens to be in front of me…and his name is Terry." She said dreamily until the last part.
She looked into his eyes and he leant forward to kiss her. Emily reached a hand forward and pushed him back. "No." she said, straight to the point.
He looked a little disappointed but shrugged it off. "Your question?" he asked.
"Lets see. What do you want in life? Like your goals and who you'd be happy to be." She replied.
Terry frowned. "I don't know. I want to be loved, cared for, and to be happy. I want to redo my past, but that's impossible. I want to have a career in Care of magical Creatures or the ministry. If I was in the ministry, I'd give them a rude awakening. Last question, what would you do if I kissed you right now?" He asked, looking into her eyes.
EL smiled and sat up, cross legged on her bed. "Let's see Mr. Terry Boot sir. Out of reflex, I would hex you and/or cause you bodily harm. But after I might kiss you back or kill you" she replied cheekily.
"Good thing I ain't kissing you then!" he said rolling over, putting his head on the pillow and getting under the blankets.
"Whatcha doin Terry?" Emily asked, getting under her covers.
"I'm going to sleep…what does it look like?" he asked, curling up in the blankets.
"OK then…You get to tell whoevers bed that is." She replied, taking off her glasses.
"Hey EL? One more question…Who do you love or like?" he asked yawning.
Emily smirked into her pillow and mumbled, "You.".
"I love you too…Will you be my girlfriend?" he asked.
Emily thought about it for a minute. "I'll tell you in the morning." She yawned. He said something but she had fallen asleep.
-----Disclaimer------EL, Nira, Carissa, and Keith are of my creation, no one else.