Oh my gosh I am so sick. I thought I might as well write. Wellllll… here is the new chapter. Enjoy.
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I sit in the armchair next to the fire. All I can do is gaze into the flames. It is my first day and I already have a posse of admirers. It can't be just the first day. It can't.
I go to my dormitory. I slip into my silk nightgown and snuggle into the silk sheets. The bun is pressing into my head so pull out the band and flip my hair over the pillow. Much better.
It takes awhile for me to go to sleep but once I do I am, thankfully, not plagued with any bad dreams. Instead my dreams are just blackness. There is nothing more to think about in the morning.
I wake up right at the crack of dawn. I get up and put on my uniform, grab my bag and head to the common room. I sit there until I absolutely have to go down to breakfast. This morning I eat I plain slice of toasted baguette with a glass of water. I don't really feel in the mood for anything too elaborate. I leave breakfast without saying hello or goodbye to Jack. As I walk out the hall the mysterious boy from last night is there.
"I didn't introduce myself," he holds out his hand which I do not except. After a few moments he puts back in his pocket slowly. "I am Luke Archibeque, the Ladies' Man as my former muggle classmates liked to call me. I am a fellow first year." I raise my eyebrows and walk away simply trying to ignore him.
Thankfully he doesn't follow. I shuffle to History of Magic. I am not exactly excited to go to the dull class; the only upside is that it is my only class where I get to see Tilda.
"Hey girlfriend!" Definitely Audacieux.
"Hey…"
"Well, well, well, I didn't know that you had anymore admirers than my little bro."
"I can't help it…"
"Oh well. How do you do it? There has to be some kinda trick."
"I am an eighth Veela…"
"Oooooooooooh, that explains it. I wish that I were a one hundredth Veela. That would still help."
"I think the genes wear off after a few generations."
"Well it will probably have some kind of effect still." I bite my lip then give Tilda a slow nod.
In that moment the door opens. The ancient witch beckons us in, her hand shaking in the process. Before we walk in Tilda whispers "Let's sit at the back. I barely got a wink of sleep last night." She winks to me and I smile.
As she planned, we sit at the very back of the class. I attempt to listen while Tilda sleeps. I actually end up falling asleep myself. I wake when I realize that class is over. Still slightly dazed, I got up, put "A History of Magic" in my bag and float off to down the grounds to the greenhouses.
Rent is absent from the tree. Big surprise. Actually, I don't see him for the rest of the day. Jack just kind of ignores me. I don't see why either of them has to be mad at me, we have only known each other for a few hours.
My whole second day goes by boring and slow. There is nothing to look forward to so I have nothing to think about or enjoy about the day. That night I go to sleep feeling extremely unfulfilled.
Before I know it, it is September. The month goes by in a flash. Jack quickly gets over the "misunderstanding" as he calls it and goes back to his feeble flirting attempts.
Halloween comes and goes. For Halloween Tilda draws a spider web on my face with her eyeliner during HOM, as we have come to call the dull class, which gets us both an hour of detention. Jack gives me a box of chocolates shaped like spiders. Unfortunately, they all crawl away before I can even open my mouth.
November has begun. November is ending. It is November 25th, a month before my birthday and Christmas. I can't wait.
On that day I come to a decision. I have to do something about the Rent situation; it has gotten out of hand. Every time he sees me, he frowns. Every time I walk up to him, his face darkens and he walks away. When I talk to him, he nods and walks away. I know there was never anything really between us but I can't live with myself when someone is upset with me or holding a grudge against me.
Without consulting with Tilda or saying hello to Jack on the morning of the 26th, I get up and go the part of the circle where Rent sits alone.
As I walk up, it is obvious that it is taking quite a bit of effort for Rent to keeps his eyes on his food. I stand behind him for a moment to see if he feels like cooperating. Since he still has his eyes on his food I decide to take this into my own hands and slam my hand onto the table. At this point, if he doesn't look up, everyone would think him insane so he decides to finally acknowledge my presence with a nod.
I grab a dark lock and pull him up like a puppet and flip him around. He is wincing and gritting his teeth. "Um… will you p…p…please let go of my hair. I will talk." I am still not ready to forgive him so I slap him across the face. He barely winces. "I guess I deserve that." He attempts to give me some kind of "attractive" crooked smile. Since he still is in pain, the side of his mouth is twitching and his eyes are drooping a bit.
"Yes you did! You pathetic slug."
"I guess I deserve that as well." I open my eyes all huge like and nod to him. "Sorry."
"That aint gonna cut it buddy." I put my hands on my narrow hips.
"Um, sorry for being a total a… I mean jerk."
"Good correction."
"Yeah well I am sorry for ignoring you. I hope you can forgive me Angel." When I hear my old nickname I bite my lip. Just as a final annoyance, I hold my hands up and pop my knuckles right in his face.
"Well I forgive you but that doesn't mean everything isn't going to be perfect."
"I wasn't expecting it to be."
"Well then you're right."
"I always am." I scowl. So far he is but I am not in the mood for his gloating. He stands there.
"Goodbye!" I say.
"But I am not done with breakfast…"
"Goodbye!" I repeat. This time he just glares at me then leaves. I like that I made him mad, it is like a small form of revenge.
I go to HOM worrying about what will happen when I have to pass the tree. For some reason I know that he will be there to confront me. I count down the seconds on my watch for the bell. A minute before class is out I back my books quietly so the dusty artifact doesn't notice. I pull out my chair, put on my cloak and pull my bag over my shoulder so I won't have to waste anymore seconds. A half second before the bell tolls I jump up and sprint out of the classroom leaving behind a rather bewildered Tilda.
I make it down to the old dead tree before anyone else. Well, anyone else besides Rent. I stomp over to the tree. I stop underneath it and stomp my foot a final time for good measure, I want him to get the message.
"Laurent Conrad get your butt down here!" I stomp my foot and point at the ground simultaneously as my mother does when she is really angry with me. For some reason, I am the only child that ever got into trouble.
"How 'bout you get yours up here with me." I cross my arms. I know I am being childish but I want the message to come across strong, no. "Well then, I will just have to do it myself." At that he flicks his wand and I start to rise up against my own will. I grab a flower, a feeble attempt at holding my ground, which breaks quickly. As I rise I have to balance myself so I don't flip over and reveal my underwear. Thankfully, I don't flip however I do end up getting flopped unceremoniously on Rent's lap.
"How about that?" He hits his hand with his wand as I scuttle clumsily off his lap. I am shaking from the height. I have always been deathly afraid of falling to death, or my body being stuffed in a coffin. I hate small space. Spit too, spit and blood…
"You just can't resist me can you?" Laurent interrupts my inner monologue. "Sorry you're scared of heights."
"Umm, it's… fine." I say before I realize what he just said. "Wait, how do you know I am afraid of heights?"
"I don't know, um, for one you are shaking the whole tree, two, I can see it in your eyes and three, I guess… well… for some reason I guess… umm I just sorta know." I raise my eyebrows. I guess it is an explanation. "Sorry that sounded weird but for some reason I just knew when I met you that you were afraid of heights. I guess I have always been able to read people like that."
I can't think of anything to say. I guess I can say that I was immediately pulled to him but that would most likely freak him out so instead I just sit there waiting for him to say something. After a minute I realize he is doing the same. That is when I realize that kids are flowing down the lawns.
"Umm, Laurent, can you help me down?" He jumps down out of the tree.
"Jump. It isn't that far."
"What?!" I scoff. There is no way in heck I am jumping out of this tree.
"I'll catch you. Just jump." A sudden sense of peace floods over me. He will catch me because he has before.
I close my eye and take a big breath. I hold in the breath as if I were diving into a pool and scoot my butt off the branch. I hold out my arms and lock my knees. I can feel the wind whipping my body and my hat flies off. Adrenaline is pumping through my veins. I hope my skirt isn't flying up. As quickly as this adrenaline rush started, it stopped as I feel Rents warm arms envelope me. He kisses my forehead then I open my eyes.
He is gazing right at me. "Thanks for catching me."
"No problem Angel." I smile.
"I better get to Herbology. Bye."
"Bye." I start to walk away then I hear him calling after me. "By the way, nice underwear!"
Sorry about that last line, I thought it was funny :3. I truly suck at writing from the perspective of an eleven going on twelve year old. Oh well! Thanks for all the reviews last time. I hope you review on this one because I think this may be my favorite chapter yet. It made me smile . I hope it did for you guys too . It was kind of spontaneous actually. Anyway review, review, review! Bi bi!
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