This is is loosely based off Wintergirls.
I do not own anything besides Dorothy and Jane
"You guys trying out for Quidditch?" Dorothy Freeland asked her best mates, Fred and George Weasley.
"Of course!" Fred exclaimed, "Why wouldn't we?"
"No need to freak, she's just making sure," Jane Mour defended.
"We should probably get in our robes soon, we should be there in 15 minutes," Dorothy advised.
"Yeah," the twins agreed.
"So out you go!" Dorothy shooed them out of the compartment.
"I'm thinking of making a new years resolution, maybe a change for this year," Jane told Dorothy.
"A change? Our lives are perfect, right?" Dorothy smiled, lies threatening to pour from her eyes.
"Yeah, but what about grades? I resolve to read a book a day for the entire year," the Ravenclaw's eyes twinkled as she thought about the piles of books she could read.
"That's stupid, you already do that," Dorothy tightened her robes around her tiny frame.
"Fine, I swear that I will do whatever I want, and not get in trouble, happy?" She dramatically dropped onto her knees, possibly bruising them, and raising her hands, as if she were praising the gods. "I will be happy, skinny, smart, and hot so all the boys will beg. Even Fred and George."
Dorothy giggled, this was silly.
"Stop it, your turn," Jane brushed off the dirt from her knees.
Dorothy thought, she would never be happy, she was never smart according to her grades and she would never be hot.
But there was one thing Dorothy was good at.
She took a small pocket knife from her pocket, a self defense tool, cut her palm, just a little.
"I swear to be the skinniest girl in school, skinnier than you," Dorothy smiled.
Jane's eyes widened as the puddle of blood enlarged in Dorothy's hand.
Jane grabbed the knife and slashed her palm, "I bet I'll be skinnier than you."
"No, but let's make a bet, let's be skinniest together," Dorothy offered her hand, her bloody hand dripping.
"Okay," Jane nodded as they mingled their blood together.
It was forbidden and dangerous, but it was Jane and Dorothy.
"But I'll be skinnier," Dorothy promised.
"Oi! You ladies done yet?" Fred knocked on their compartment door.
"Just a minute!" Dorothy replied, cleaning the pool of blood on the floor until it was spotless.
