The morning after the start of my friendship (I still shudder in fear at the thought)with Potter, I shook Liv awake, with a wide smile.
"Livvyyy, wake up! It's time I gave you your Christmas present, don't you think?"
She yawned before nodding enthusiastically, eyes suddenly wide open. "Finally."
I grinned as I reached under the bed, and took a basket out, Liv looking at me quizzically through it all. I pushed the basket into her arms, and she slowly lifted the corner of the green blanket that was covering the basket's contents.
She smiled wide when she saw the small grey kitten that lay sleeping, and her dimples made an appearance, the childisness of her smile contrasting deeply with the tear tracks trailing down her cheeks.
"Look at it!" she gasped. "It's a kitten! It's adorable! Oh my God!"
She gasped in delight when the kitten stirred, lazily opening its eyes. "Look at its eyes. They're green." Giddy laughter bubbled from her mouth, her eyes sparkling with mirth as she looked up at me. "Is it a girl or a boy kitten? What's its name? Oh Rebeckah, thank you so so much."
"It's a female. Her name is Alya, which actually means ,isn't it?"
She smiled her dimpled smile again, as she stroked the kitten softly.
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Once in the Great Hall, I marched up to the Gryffindor table and poked Louis Weasley's shoulder. He turned to look at me all wide-eyed and adorable, deer eyes questioning.
"Deer boy. Come with me."
"Did you just call me Deer boy?"
I dragged him outside, and proceeded to question him about his intentions toward Liv, all the while ignoring his grimaces of pain at the most awkward questions, and his adorable blushing every now and again.
Even though he didn't say much, the conversation (I should probably call it interrogation) was very enlightening.
Louis Weasley is very cute. He is planning on asking Liv out soon, and I persuaded him to do so with some flowers (wanted him to serenade her - he didn't agree). He's James Potter's cousin and one of his best friends. He plans on going into Law after school. Has a very good relationship with parents and family. He is a Gryffindor. Strong passion for Quidditch. Handsome.
He is Liv's future husband.
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Once Deer boy successfully escaped me, I ran into Rose Weasley, which was quite fortunate, as I was quite liking the whole scary policewoman thing. I got a bit distracted when I noticed that she was wearing a very nice skirt.
Proceeded to talk about clothes for half an hour. Conversation somehow changed to books.
Forgot to ask about Scorpius, but it wasn't necessary. I think I'm jealous of him.
WHY DOES HE GET TO HAVE A RELATIONSHIP WITH SUCH A PERFECT INDIVIDUAL WHILE I SIT HERE FEELING UNLOVED AND SNOGGING RANDOM GUYS OUT OF BOREDOM.
GAH.
Bitter Rebeckah.
But Rose is lovely.
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Spent the rest of the month studying. And studying. And studying.
My hate towards Ol' Sluggy Slughorn grew when he assigned us a five-foot essay on the uses of some ingredient or another. FIVE-FOOT!
And then, the pathetic Defense teacher decided to test us once a week, and continue with the habit of giving me detentions every Saturday. Fucking Arsehole.
I hate studying. Studying made me cranky.
Liv was feeling sick, apparently. Her usual love for chicken suddenly disappeared, and she claimed it smelt "weird". Seriously, hormonal teenagers these days. Worry about Liv's sickness and annoying eating habits made me even more cranky.
Through all of this, Potter surprisingly kept his status as my friend during the whole month. We talked in the corridors every now and then, and even ran into each other in the kitchens a few times. Having him as my friend actually provided a bit of a relief from my drama-filled-January. He was actually quite nice, and funny. Also, he seemed to be getting more handsome with every day. No fair.
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When the first of February finally came, I literally felt my shoulders sag in relief.
February was going to be peaceful, stressfree, happy. Full of rainbows and lollipops, and smiles and blue skies.
I woke up feeling as if I were in a TV commercial. Birds were chirping, trees were making oxigen, children were being born, my heart was beating...
Life was good. And I hadn't even gotten out of bed yet.
I didn't even feel fat.
All of that changed however, when I went into the bathrrom, and found Liv curled up in the corner of the bathroom, crying her eyes out and sobbing soundlessly.
What was wrong? She had been okay about Matt lately. Her parents were still ignoring her. Louis had asked her out... But nothing horrible had happened, right? Right.
Then why the hell was she crying like that?
I did the logical thing, and asked her.
She told me.
Fucking hell.
February was not going to be a good month. At all.
AN: hello, darlings. Thank you to anyone reading, I love you so so much. This chapter is short and weird and crappy, I don't even know why I'm trying to keep writing anymore. Anyways, would very much love a review?
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