Chapter Six – Artificial Memories
Rosalie followed me as we made our way to lunch. I had woken up too late for breakfast, and Rosalie had snorted at the idea of even trying to drag me to the kitchens. She reminded me that I was a bit more than mildly hungover, and I gave in when she said started talking about Winky (If she caught me hungover, she'd just think of me as a hypocrite and go back to busying herself with drinking butterbeer to oblivion). We hung out in our dorm, the other girls busying themselves with the beauty called the outdoors and the bitch I called the sun. But, I felt good about staying in. Rosalie could have the curtains opened to her heart's content and act like... She were just a normal human again. Sure, once in a while she'd have to snap me out of being distracted by her sparkling (I had the excuse of being hungover and exhausted ; something else she snorted at).
I ran my hand through my hair, a habit I had of doing when I got bored or something was bugging me. I frowned, and wondered what was bugging me. The whole Ginny and Edward thing was bugging me, but whatever was bugging me at that moment was nagging at me. It was like something should be making me feel all nervous, but I just didn't remember. Which made it even more naggy. My brain is an asshole. I started to chew on my thumbnail, and Rosalie looked at me.
"Keep biting on your nails and they'll be nothing but short stubs," She pointed out, and I smiled sheepishly at her.
"What, going to try and give me a manicure?" I teased, and Rose just rolled her eyes.
"Shut up before I abandon you so Alice can come talk to you," Rose sneered, and I just laughed.
"Ro- Wait, you're serious?" I said, as she looked coolly at the Ravenclaw table. Rose turned back to me and nodded.
"I know you saw the fight between her and Edward. Something... She saw something. She won't tell me what though," Rosalie admitted, and I just frowned more. Shaking my head, I walked toward the Gryffindor table.
"You know, your family makes me want to move halfway across the planet," I said with a scowl, and Rosalie grinned.
"Darling, you tried that, and here we are," She smirked, and I just slapped her on the arm. I sat down at our table with Rose on my right, and Ron on my left. My eyebrows knitted together, and then I sighed.
"Ok, I didn't start stripping or anything embarrassing last night did I? Harry, pass me a roll please," I said as I poured some soup into a bowl. Nate just looked at me with pride, Ron choked on his mashed potatoes (how in the hell do you choke on mashed potatoes is beyond me), while Hermione let out a cackling string of laughter. Harry looked red, and Rosalie just snickered.
"You would be the type to be a stripper drunk," She said as she poured some potato thing on her plate with a small roll. I just shrugged.
"I didn't see any one's tucked into my knickers, so if I did, one of you guys will have to make sure assholes pay up for this show," I deadpanned as I looked down at my toast, and turned to see Harry fumbling with the salt shaker. I raised an eyebrow.
"Don't tell me I gave one of you a lap dance," I joked, before reaching for the shaker myself. Harry's hand brushed past mine, and then something... A memory tugged at me. I frowned while spreading grape jam on my toast, wondering what that was. All I saw was... Darkness with a fireplace glow. Kind of like how the Gryffindor Commons looked on a late night of studying. Shrugging it off, I scooped some mashed potatoes onto my plate before dusting it with a bit of salt.
"Fortunately, you didn't scar me for life by stripping last night." Nate said brightly, and I just rolled my eyes.
"Unfortunately, you did scar me for life by making out with Emma. Jesus, did you let the girl breathe at all?" I pointed out, and Nate shrugged.
"Well, I had a grand time and so did she. And she isn't dead, so yes, I did not manage to asphyxiate her. Your concern is appreciated," Nate drawled out while serving himself some pumpkin juice. He poured me one as well, and I nodded as I drank some. Rosalie picked at her food, tearing pieces off her bread while pretending to eat. She did pretty great, but I had the feeling that some people thought she might be anorexic. The only thing that kept them from thinking that is she doesn't look at all sickly.
"Just don't get her pregnant now," I smirked, and Nate looked a taken back.
"Isabella, such a crude mouth you have on you!" He said in a high pitched voice, and I could feel Rosalie shake next to me as she tried not to laugh. I just rolled my eyes at my brother's antics while eating my food. Everyone was pretty subdued on our side of the table, where a lot of the upperclassmen sat. I was guessing some people were still nursing some terrible hangovers, and was perfectly fine with the quiet. Harry and Rose talked about Quidditch (Rose took my position as chaser as soon as Harry saw her playing against me in a mini game of the sport), while Hermione and Ron were being all adorable and what not. I mentally noted to myself to buy them a matching him and her set of something, seeing how I was pretty sure it'd make Hermione blush and Ron all stuttery.
After a few more bites, I looked down at my food with a sigh. I couldn't even try to eat anymore. I wasn't too hungry to begin with, and the little food I did stomach down was beginning to do somersaults. That's when I chose to look around the table, and finally noticed the missing head full of red hair. Turning around slightly to look at the Ravenclaw table, I could see her and Alice laughing while she leaned back into Edward's chest. Closing my eyes, I willed myself to calm down and count to ten.
Rose must have noticed (or realized I finally noticed), because she stood up and pulled me up with her.
"Sorry guys, but Swan promised to help me out in my Potions work," Rosalie said sweetly, flashing everyone her award winning smiling. Everyone just nodded, not being surprised that I was helping someone in Potions. We were halfway out the door when Rose stiffened slightly.
"Hurry up," She mumbled as she tugged on my arm, and we ended up half walking half running on our way up to the tower. Rose started to swear halfway through, and dragged me on the by far longest route to Gryffindor tower I have ever taken to date. I couldn't even get a damn syllable out before she shushed me, and eventually stopped trying. We almost made it to the portrait hole, when I saw something out of the corner of my eye.
"Fuck," Rosalie cursed quietly, and I looked in the direction her icy glare was being pointed at before repeating what she had just said. Fuck indeed.
"I don't know whose being a bad influence on who anymore," Alice mused with a light tone, and I just pushed my hair out of my face. Rosalie looked at them with a bored expression.
"You're still not any more funny," She said with a shrug, and Alice shrugged.
"It wasn't my direct intention to be humorous Rosalie," the pixie sized vampire said, and I looked at her.
"What do you want," was all I said before Alice trained her eyes on me. She pursed her lips slightly, before stepping closer to me and studying me. Her light topaz eyes scanned my own blue ones, before frowning.
"Why are your eyes so queer?" She asked me, and I snorted.
"Why are your eyes so queer?" I shot back, and Alice just smiled.
"Mine actually resemble an actual eye color. Yours resemble a cross between the bluest lagoon and amethyst. You don't even wear glasses, and thus don't need contacts," Alice chastised, and Rosalie let out a hearty laugh.
"Oh, you idiot," She said, and Alice cocked her head to the side.
"So your eyes really are that color. Strange," She concluded, and I shrugged.
"My parents gave me some awesome genes," I replied, and Alice scowled.
"Ah yes, your parents. And just who were they to be exact? I know for a fact now that Charlie had no daughter," Alice snapped, and I took a step back.
"That is none of your business," I snapped right back at her, before Alice took another step toward me.
"Isabella Marie Swan, if that is even your name, you owe me that much!"
"She doesn't owe you anything" Rosalie hissed, and Alice swerved to look at her adoptive sister.
"Oh right, Bella's new best friend, coming to her rescue again. Tell me, are you still jealous of her mortality and humanity or are you just using her to make Edward even more up-" Alice ranted, before Rosalie slapped her. I had backed into the wall at that point, and watched Alice fumble backwards.
"Shut your mouth. Go back to your own tower, and cool down," Rose said bluntly, before taking my hand and leading me into the portrait hole. The Fat Lady looked at both of us a bit surprised, and Alice looked a bit embarrassed to have the whole scene seen by a painting. She huffed before scurrying off, and I sighed out in relief when the portrait corridor was shut off. I turned to Rosalie.
"How long have you know she's been trying to ambush me?" I said under my breath as we made our way through the Common room and up the stairs. Rosalie looked thoughtful for a moment or two, before mumbling out 'a day'.
I frowned at this, but let it go none the less. Opening the door with the sign "Seventh Year Girls", I flopped onto my bed, face down.
"Life sucks," I mumbled into my pillow, and Rosalie sighed.
"You know, you should just confront them and let them have it," She pointed out, and I sat up. I watched her flip through a Vogue issue from a few months before, before shrugging.
"I might have, but now Ginny's involved," I said weakly, and Rosalie looked up at me, straight in the eye, before looking back down.
"Little Ginevra isn't so little anymore Bells," was all Rosalie said before nearly slamming her magazine on her dresser and getting up. I watched her go through some of her things before finally mumbling something about Emmett being a bitch. I watched, a bit amused, before Rose turned to me.
"Anyways, like I was saying. She isn't so little anymore Bells. You may think you have to roll with the punches, but remember shes the one dealing them out," Rosalie said, before frowning.
"What's my photo doing on your dresser?" She asked, and I looked to over where she was looking.
"Rose, that's mine?" I said, and Rosalie looked lost for a split second before rushing to look at it more closely. She frowned, and picked it up. Holding it up to the light, I could see the tips of her mouth go lower and lower as seconds went by. She put it down, before looking at me.
"You never mentioned who your parents actually were," She said quietly, and I looked at the photo. I wondered why I hadn't, or how it hadn't come up in our conversations. I sighed.
"I... I didn't realize I hadn't spoke about them," I said truthfully, and Rosalie started pacing.
" You know... Me and Emmett would come to Great Britain every few decades. I would start to feel this sinking feeling in the U.S., a sort of like black cloud over me. It had happened a few times while I was human and moved from England, but it got worse when I was changed. We would always keep a low profile, playing the part of a newly married couple. We would always move after a few years, a decade if our neighbors weren't the prying kind," Rosalie started off saying, pacing in front of the curtained window. She stopped in her tracks before walking over to her trunk, and rummaging through it.
"Each time we would leave to go back and live with Carlisle and Esme, I would always feel a bit of sorrow in my heart from living as a human. A normal witch. I yearned to be able to grow old with Emmett, to have our wedding rings mold the wrinkles on our ring fingers. To have a child and be able to send them to Hogwarts to have the same experience I had. You have had," She explained to me as she continued to go through her things, and I could feel my heart start to break for Rose. I had never truly understood why she hated me so much, and now I realized why.
I had the opportunities she did. I could grow old with my significant other. I could have children, and send them to Hogwarts to watch them grow and blossom in their magic and watch them graduate and marry. I could have grandchildren. But Rosalie couldn't have any of this. But she fucking deserved it. She really did. She may seem cold on the outside, but you had to get close enough for her to start to warm up. When you did, she would light up like a star in the night sky, bright and beautiful. She looked older than I had ever seen her before at that moment, her eyes a dark brown color, almost black. She had bags under her eyes, and the look in her eyes. The look in her eyes made her seem a thousand years old. The look she had in them, the way she seemed lost and yet still grounded.
"I'm not saying I don't love Carlisle or Esme. I do. They're family, they're the closest people I have remotely close to parental figures to me. But... Sometimes, it's not enough when you see the teenager you first got to know when you moved in all grown up with baby in one arm and a husband on the other," She said after pausing, and I looked up at her. She shut the trunk with a soft bang, and the book she had in hand looked so tattered and worn, I was surprised it wasn't crumpling to dust in her fingers.
"And... One time, we were living in Tinsley. My hometown. And, I remember moving in and my heart wanting to burst from all the feelings I was going through. Being back home felt so right to me, so incredibly right. It was amazing to say the least. And then, when I thought it couldn't get any better... It did," Rosalie said with a smile, before looking at me.
"You have her eyes," She said softly, and I could only stare at her.
"There was once upon a time a little girl. She lived next door to me, and was the most gorgeous thing in the world. She liked chocolate chip cookies, but couldn't eat them fully cooked because she liked the doughy feeling when she bit into the cookie. Her favorite color was the color of the sunset, and she wanted to be an auror when she grew up. She had the bluest eyes that I had ever seen one day, then the most purplest eyes I could have ever imagined, and then an in between color that could never fail to make Emmett grin and ruffle her hair," Rosalie said quietly, sitting on my bed, the journal in hand. I looked at the journal, to see the crude and adorable stick figure drawings children did when they were five or six. I could see Rosalie's handwriting, starting off with 'once upon a time a little girl...' with journal entries following. The dates were nearly daily, and I immediately knew the book was filled with these story finishers.
"She was the sweetest little girl. The only thing that ever really filled that void in my heart that my own child would have occupied. Her own mother had died when she was three, and sometimes she would call me mommy. I will never forget the first time she did," Rose said, and I saw her eyes water. I had always wondered if vampire's could cry. I felt my own eyes tear up, watching her smile get smaller and smaller.
"I knew I couldn't be there for her forever. Emmett knew this too. But, we fell in love with her. She was like our own child, seeing how her father was head of the Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures for the Ministry of Magic. He would always have to go on long term business trips to France or Belgium or some other country, and he would leave her with us. It was... Those ten years were the best of my life. We stayed for as long as we could, until we knew we couldn't stay any longer. We had aged ten years, to be supposedly twenty-eight, but we didn't look a day over eighteen in our neighbor's eyes.
"We came to her when she was seven, and left her when she was seventeen. She had just graduated from Hogwarts. It was one of the happiest days of my life, watching her graduate top of her class. She had a boyfriend, someone we knew she would marry and have children with. I remember sitting her down and explaining to her everything. I didn't sugarcoat anything, and I told her about me and Emmett's secret. She had been shocked, but she took it fairly well. It wasn't until I mentioned me and Em were leaving to American that she got upset. It broke my heart, watching her crumble like that. But, she understood why. She was so smart.
"We exchanged owls every week, from then on. I remember seeing her owl, James, every Friday evening, perched in my window sill, begging for water and a warm place to sleep for the night. And every Friday I would give him that, and more. She was as good of a daughter as I am to Esme. But then... Voldemort began to get antsy. He was striking an iron fist against both the Muggle and Wizarding world, and once the letters became scarcer and scarcer, I wasn't worried. She had been the head of her own squad of aurors, and even though I worried about her, she was intelligent. The best of the best.
"And then came news of her pregnancy. Oh, God, how scared I was for her at that point. I remember sending her a letter telling her she had better take leave from her work, and she had messaged me back telling me she was after six months. You wouldn't imagine how frightened I was at the chance of her having a miscarriage because of her job. But, she pulled through. Just like she always does," Rosalie said, her mouth finally pulling up into a lopsided grin. But, as soon as it showed, it disappeared.
"She had twins. A boy and a girl, born healthy and beautiful. I remember apparating to the nearest portkey station in Canada and taking one straight to Mungo's. Emmett and I were star struck with those children as soon as we saw them. I was a grandmother, really. We couldn't stay long, but she would keep us updated with photos and letters. It was a great year, that one. She was on maternal leave for a year and a half, while her husband took her place as head of her squad. Things got rough however, and she had to cut her maternal leave short. She left the children in the care of a family friend, she told me. But one night, she left them with a neighbor at their home.
"And then all hell broke loose. Voldemort was dead. At least a dozen people had been killed by him following up to his death. Death Eaters were being rounded up by the score, and trials were going on immediately to place them in Azkaban. All the while, we were celebrating the fall of the darkest wizard in nearly half a century. We were celebrating the victory of a young boy everyone came to know as the boy who lived. What I didn't know was that we were celebrating the lives of the fallen. Celebrating the life of my daughter.
"Her children had gone missing in the chaos. I remember Emmett having to take me away from our family, to be just us two. To grieve. To raise hell. And that I did. I knew I couldn't step in. The Ministry was involved in this one, and I didn't know how kindly they'd take to a pair of wand holding vampires. It wasn't until they were found, safe and sound, that I allowed myself to grieve in peace for my daughter. My beautiful Adrian," Rose said, finishing her story in a hushed tone, as thought she were scared that if she exerted any more energy into talking she'd break down into sobs. Tear tracks marked her cheeks, and I could feel myself turn cold inside.
"A-Adrian?" I whispered, not noticing my eyes had betrayed me and began to let the tears fall freely. She looked up at me with a sad smile.
"Adrian Pennyworth she grew up as, and became Adrian Swan when she married William Swan," Rosalie said softly, and I rose and began to pace as Rose had what seemed hours ago. I ended up in front of the window, the sky turning a dark color as night took place of day.
"You knew my mother." I said, more a statement than a question as I had intended for it to come out.
"I did. I met you maybe four times as an infant. You were always so... Happy," Rosalie murmured, before picking out a photo that had been paper clipped into her journal. She got up and wordlessly held it out to me. Without a word, I took and smiled unconsciously at the scene. My mother was holding me as I walked, and my father was trying to catch Nate as he began to run (well, really hobble quickly) around the room.
"I took that the last time I saw her. You," Rosalie said, and I handed it back to her. I looked at her, and laughed quietly.
"Would it be terrible if I called you grandma?" I joked weakly, and Rosalie relaxed instantly. She drew me in for a hug, and sighed. We stayed like that for what felt like forever, and she just kissed the top of my forehead.
"You do know I'm going to get more protective of you now," She said as she tucked the photo back into her journal, moving to put it away.
"You do know I'm going to get all the more sickly adorable with you now right," I replied, and Rosalie popped up from her trunk with a grin.
"Come on, I want Emmett to shit himself over this," She said with a light tone, and I faked being shocked.
"Grandma! What kind of language is that?" I exclaimed, and Rosalie looked at me.
"Granddaughter or best friend or whatever, I will throw my shoe at you," Rose pointed out, and I sighed exaggeratedly.
"You had better make up for this with awesome christmas presents and leaving me random cash under my pillow," I said flippantly before jumping on her back.
"Onward my great steed!" I half shouted, half sang, and Rosalie just grunted.
"God, you're going to be so obnoxious with this aren't you" Rose mumbled, and I laughed.
"Yep," I said with a grin, and she turned back to look at me.
"You laugh like a donkey being hit by a car," She said, and I just laughed even more.
"People say I laugh like my mother," I pointed out, and she just snickered.
"Your mom laughed like a donkey being hit by a car,"
Rosalie. One point. Me? None. Damn it.
"Now, tomorrow we'll start out by immediately going headfirst into making Felix Felicis. I trust you all took my advice and left your potion kits in here and will continue to take my advice as to leaving them in here. I will hand out a complete ingredient list tomorrow, so you can check your stock as of now and make sure you buy whatever it is you need in Hogsmeade. Make sure to have at least three times as much suggested, so as to have extra in the event of you severely messing up. While I will be more lenient than normal on my grading policy, this is an advanced potions class, and I expect the potion is at the least seventy five percent correct. I will know if it is or not when I see it," Professor Slughorn said as he continued to write on the board several dates that were important for the huge potion brewing project. I copied them down neatly in my organizer, while Nate just looked on lazily. Most people couldn't understand how in the world Nate had passed all his courses, but he did fairly well in them. He just... Lacked motivation fifty percent of the time. Or. Make that seventy five.
"Bells. Psst," Nate whispered to me, and I sighed.
"You'll see my notes later, shut up. Class isn't over yet," I whispered back before plucking him on the ear, and taking my attention back to the front.
"-And for those of you struggling, Potions Club is meeting once a week on Thursday evenings from eight pm to ten pm. Special exceptions will be made in the event that you can't do it on Thursdays, and if you need help even after ten. Anyhow, it's a beautiful Fall day out. Class is dismissed early," Slughorn said with a grin, before beckoning me to see him.
"Star pupil much," Nate teased, and I just grinned.
"You're just jealous I've got the mad potion skills," I teased back, and Nate looked hurt.
"I am so jealous. Raging mad with jealousy," He deadpanned, before grinning and adding, "At least I'm the star pupil next to Neville in Herbology."
I just smacked him upside the head before pushing him out the door and going up to the front of the class. Slughorn was talking to Harry, and was patting him on the back when I got into hearing range of them.
"-my boy, amazing skills I'm sure your mother managed to pass on to you. Anyways, I'll be seeing you for the Halloween Party, correct?" Slughorn asked, and Harry just nodded.
"I'll be there sir," He said before Slughorn clapped his hands. Harry left with a small smile and nod at me, and I just smiled back. After he had gone out of the door, I looked back at my potions professor.
"You wanted to see me sir?" I asked, and he sat down on a stool.
"Sit my dear," Slughorn said, waving his head at the many stools around the table. I sat down tentatively, and he just laughed.
"Miss Swan, you're not in any trouble. I just wanted to commend you on your outstanding work in your potions classes. Unknown to you, I was the one who graded all of your summer Potions work, and I was blown away by your work. Even with Professor Snape you were exceptional. Now, the school yearly gives out an award to the best potioneer in a student's seventh year when they have shown outstanding abilities in the field. I and Professor Snape recommended you, and I was just giving you the good news," Professor Slughorn said, beaming. I couldn't help but be surprised. Awards weren't given often at Hogwarts, and this blew me away.
"Now, now, close your mouth before a fly flies in," Slughorn teased, and I instantly closed it.
"W-Well thank you sir," was all I could stammer out. Slughorn just grinned.
"Also, Professor McGonagall asked me to notify you of a meeting you will have with her on Friday this week. Nothing bad of course, I assume it's to congratulate you as your Head of House as well as the Deputy Headmistress. And, as you heard with Mr. Potter, I am having a Halloween party following the feast. You will be escorted back to your House if the party exceeds curfew, and you are allowed one guest. You will get a letter later on in the week of course, but I wanted to tell you before hand," Professor Slughorn explained, and I nodded. For some reason, Professor Slughorn made me feel nervous a lot of the time. I bet it was from how high of a bar he set for me in the class, but I knew I secretly enjoyed it.
"Now, run along. The weather is really nice and I wouldn't want to keep you down here in these dark old dungeons," Slughorn said with a wink, before moving to go do some paperwork or something in his office.
"Thank you Professor. Have a nice day," I said shortly before grabbing my bag. I walked out the door, and realized. I was being awarded with something recognizing my accomplishments in Potions. I could feel myself start to tear up, and a huge grin broke out on my face. It wasn't until I started walking up the steps that I noticed Harry waiting for me. He frowned when he saw me.
"Are you crying?" He asked, obviously confused. I just continued to grin.
"Slughorn just told me I'm being award the Exceptional Potioneer award!" I said quickly, and Harry broke out into a grin.
"Really?" He asked, and I nodded.
"That's great Bells!" He said before engulfing me in a hug and picking me up off the ground. I started laughing while he twirled me around, and could feel a few tears escape. I hung on as he continued to swing me around, before he slowed done. He stopped and soon his face was looking down at my own.
"Congrats Bells," He said softly, and I smiled.
"Thanks Harry," I said, and he looked at me. His smile faded slowly.
"Bells, what do you remember from last night?" He asked, and I frowned.
"Well... Drinking. A lot. Like a dipshit," I said, and Harry looked at the wall behind me. He looked like he was deep in thought, and he sighed.
"How'd you get back to the dorms?" He asked, and I frowned.
"I feel like I tried to bring up my ninja skills like I did that one time me, Nate, and you got high," I said slowly, and Harry nodded.
"What else?" He asked, and my frown deepened.
"Ok... I remember you. Yeah, me and you walking to the dorm. I remember thinking how the moonlight made the castle look beautiful. And then..." I said, my words drifting off, remembering snippets here and there. Then I remembered.
Me calling him pretty. The totally different touches of warmth against warmth, not the usual warmth against cold I had grown accustomed to last year. The way he leaned in to me and deepened the kiss, unlike the living statue Edward had been when I kissed him. How much I loved it. How much I wanted to keep the fairytale lasting.
But that's what I didn't remember while drunk. Fairytales aren't real. As much as I wished they could be, they weren't. For me at least. If they were, everything would be so much more different. Not like they are now, with three teenagers responsible for the fate of the world. I wanted so badly to tell him I remembered, to tell him just how much I cared for him. To just kiss him on the lips like any other normal seventeen year old girl would be able to. But no. Because I'm not a normal seventeen year old girl. There was a reason I didn't date much while at Hogwarts. The fact that I could get so attached to someone scared the hell out of me. The fact that they could get hurt because of me made it all the more worse. With Edward I didn't have that problem. The asshole is made of like freaking diamonds. But Harry.
Harry. I closed my eyes shut for a few seconds, and could see our friendship through the years. And that's when I realized. It might have always, really, have been him. I didn't want to ruin what we had. I was an idiot, and still a bit hung up on Edward. The fact that my little sister was dating said ex made thing's all the more complicated made it even worse. And then just... Everything. So many reason's I shouldn't date Harry. So many reason's he shouldn't date me. He deserved a lot more than me, really. Someone who was honest to their loved ones, someone who was prettier than me. Someone who could actually match up to him, somehow, in how amazing he was.
I wish it could have been like in the books or movies, where the heroin kisses the guy she loves before walking out of his life, saving him from whatever outer force there was. Something that she knew, in her heart, he would understand. Something she knew, in her heart, that would end eventually and she'll be reunited with him again. She would always get the guy in the end. I didn't have high hopes for that kind of ending though. Maybe my thoughts sounded scattered, but all in all. I didn't want to mess anything up with him. I didn't want to lose him. Figuratively and literally.
Instead of doing what my instincts were telling me to do, I just cocked my head to the side.
"I went to my dorm. Or. Maybe I crawled there. I was so shit faced," I said with a forced sheepish smile, and Harry looked at me for a few seconds before slightly smiling and laughing softly.
"Lay off the booze Swan," He said before kissing me on the cheek. "Congrats, again."
I watched him walk away, and sighed to myself. Leaning against the wall, I slowly let myself slide down. The floor felt cold to my lower half, and the fact that I was wearing a skirt didn't help. Positioning myself in a more comfortable sitting position, I bewitched a couple of pieces of papers to fold into birds and fly around me.
At least I still have you, I thought to myself about the birds, before they crashed into the wall.
Huge walk of shame. But, still, here's the new chapter! I finally got some time today after Black Friday shopping to get some work done on this and finish it while my family members slept (My mother thought it'd be great to wake us up at 5 30 and shove us in the car for an hour in the cold). It's still early October though in this story, although I'm hoping to get it in sync by either Christimas / New Years or at the latest Valentines Day. Thanks for reading guys, and remember to leave some feedback!
Lorri
P.S - I keep forgetting to do this I think, but guess what. I'm not a millionaire like the lovely J.K. Rowling for owning the Harry Potter series, nor do I have a bunch of teenage girls who got into reading because of my book, aka Twilight like Stephanie Meyer.