Author's note: K. Coolness. This chapter is gonna be fun muahaha. Thanks to my ONE review. The rest of you go dump a thing of melted ice cream on your heads. Once that's washed off, come back and review. K? Thanks. Moving on…
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Romilda sighed, downcast, letting her black hair droop down like a curtain over her face. Her parents had sent a brisk and rather harsh reply to her whole-hearted request to spend Christmas with Mary Alice's family, the Varns. Their last names, coincidentally, were how they had met, standing next to each other as they awaited being sorted.
"What's wrong, Rom?" Mary Alice looked concerned. She only ever called Romilda Rom when they were trying to cheer each other up. Mary Alice's nickname was Mal. Romilda shook her head dejectedly. She had been so uplifted at the idea of spending Christmas with her best friend ever. She studied the ground for a long time and didn't speak. Finally, nudging a broken quill on the floor with her foot, she said, "My parents said I either stay here over Christmas or go home with them." Mary Alice's expression immediately changed. "Is that all?"
Romilda looked up. "What'd you mean, 'is that all?'? This is terrible. Now I have to go home because no one I know is staying! I don't want to be by myself!" Mary Alice smirked. "Um, hello? I thought we were friends. You know ME pretty well." It took Romilda a second to comprehend. "You're staying over at Hogwarts for Christmas! Eeeeeeeh!" They both giggled. Mary Alice was still smiling. "Oh! I almost forgot!" From within her robes she withdrew a packet of chocolate cauldrons. The label said they had firewhisky inside them. "Give these to—they're not for you, you greedy pig!" Mary Alice giggled, for Romilda had gasped, "Chocolate! Yes!" and made a grab for the package. "You're already in love with yourself! These have love potion in them for Harry!"
Romilda's eyes widened. "O-oh." She said, making it two syllables long. "Sorry. My bad." She took them again. "Will do. And I am NOT in love with myself." Mary Alice rolled her eyes playfully. "Suuure." Romilda frowned. "I'm serious. Just because you have terrible self esteem doesn't mean I have too!" Now it was Mary Alice's turn to frown. "I do not. I'm objective. There's a difference." Romilda sighed in exasperation. "Look, Mal..." She was truly upset know, all traces of playfulness gone. "You haven't eaten without running to the lavatory and making yourself puke in how long? You've lost way too much weight! That can't be healthy for you at all! And before that, you—" Mary Alice interrupted, glancing around hurridly. "Keep your voice down! Do you want me to get sent to the nurse?"
The question hung in the air painfully for a full two minutes before Romilda glanced away. "No." She muttered, finally giving in. But this matter wasn't over. "Can you at least, just, eat one meal! One meal without throwing up after and I'll stop bugging you about it, k?" Romilda hesitated. She wanted to storm off to the nurse's office right now. She wanted to cry and tell her friend she wasn't fat; that what she was doing was hurting her. She wanted to just start swearing and screaming everything she thought. She wanted to leave well enough alone and hope it sorted itself out. But she did none of those things. Instead, she merely swallowed back the tide of emotions swirling inside. It settled down to her stomach, making her feel sick. Silently, she promised that next time that this happened, she would tell somebody.
Mary Alice opened her mouth to answer when Ginny Weasly stomped up to the two of them, a determined expression of anger on her face.
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