DISAPPOINTMENT AHEAD. I DIDN'T FEEL LIKE EDITING AND I'M RUNNING OUT OF IDEAS HERE. WARNING FOR VIOLENT THOUGHTS AND THE TENDENCY TO CURSE LIKE A SAILOR.

~**Rose's Point of View**~

"I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." he says over and over and over again, squeezing me to him like I'll disappear. Like I'll break at any moment.

Frankly, I still don't get it. I don't get why he's apologizing. I don't get why he's hugging me. I don't get why it sounds like he's crying. Lastly, I don't get how we went from never speaking enemies to this. To him holding me why I cry in the hallway not caring who sees. This is the first time I don't care who sees me cry. I deserve this moment at least. I deserve to be hugged by Scorpius even after all he's put me through. I deserve everything.

So Landon was right. I am a selfish bitch. I want everything to myself.

I'm not crying because I'm happy or because he's holding me and this is emotional...

I'm crying because I can't bring myself to tell him the truth. I'm not pregnant.

I can always just tell him later, right? But then it would be wrong and I honestly can't live with this 'secret' for much longer. What if he continues to think that I'm pregnant and then accidentally lets it slip? How the hell am I supposed to explain that to anyone? Better yet, how am I going to explain to him that I lied? I think it's best to just tell him that I'm not really pregnant now. After all, it was really only a small slip of the tongue. It came out with me not really wanting it to. Or I could make him believe that he heard wrong. It'd be better for me. Easier than telling him I lied.

I give up.

It's now or never.

"Scorpius? Can you shut up for a second?" I say and try to push him away from me. If I'm going to say anything, I want to see his face so he can know that I'm being completely serious because I'm probably only going to say this once. Repetitiveness isn't a good trait for either me or Scorpius.

"Sorry." he repeats for the about the fifteenth time in the last minute. He obviously can't read minds, which sucks because I don't really want to have to tell him I lied and look like some sort of mentally psychotic teenager.

Instead, I go for the slip of the tongue or blaming whatever on his hearing. "Why are you apologizing to me? You're embarrassing yourself."

In reality, we're seriously both embarrassing ourselves. For the past few months, that's really all we've been doing. We've been fucking around with each other's emotions, friendships, everything. He's messed me up mentally, I've probably did the same to him and this just goes to show that we could never really have a real relationship. We couldn't have something that, maybe, he and Stephanie could have because she's different from me. Scorpius and I are more alike than I've ever thought to think. Us being 'together' has brought out things in me that I've never noticed before and I don't think I'm ready to 'meet' that side of me yet. I think we need to go on non-speaking terms for a while or at least go back to normal.

When Scorpius finally lets me go he looks thoroughly frightened. A look I don't think I've ever seen on his face before, it doesn't fit him.

"What are we going to do?" he asks, his eyes go bouncing all around the walls like he's just waiting for someone, one of my cousins or family members most likely, to jump out of nowhere and start throwing curses his way because they somehow found out about this thing going on between us. Then, there's nothing really going on between us because I'm not pregnant and I'm not going to have his kids thank the heavens. Now that I think about it... I'm disappointed in myself as a person right now.

"About what?"

I'll play stupid because that's the only way we'll truly be able to get out this without any problems. I don't want to mess things up any more than they already are. I don't want to mess up what little of a relationship Scorpius and I have left because maybe, just maybe, if we learn how to be ourselves and to trust each other we could be together...

He startles me out of my thoughts by lightly poking me.

"Are you listening to me? What are you going to do about you... I mean, you're pregnant right?"

"What! I'm not carrying a freaking baby, Scorpius. I said I'm not pregnant."

After this, I'm never ever going to lie again. At least not about something as serious as this. I'll definitely be so much different after this. I think I'll try talking to Stephanie and Anna again. I'll have to get 'reunited' with Albus because I have no idea what he's doing with his life even though we're cousins and he's my favorite out of them all. Don't tell anyone though because James, Lily, Louis and Molly all still have it in their minds that they're my favorite. I do have to admit that I shouldn't be playing 'favorites' or whatever but hey, who doesn't every once in a while. Teachers do it. Heck, I'm pretty sure that parents even do it at one point in time. I'm starting to get off topic though so I'll leave it. I just need to forget that the past few months ever happened and go back to normal as soon as possible.

"Oh... Oh, fuck! I'm sorry but you said you were. I heard you say it. You said you were pregnant." he immediately stops talking and moves away when he hears the footsteps of someone coming down the hallway. "We'll talk us later, yeah?"

There's an instance in which we just eye each other before I nod and he disappears around the corner. I have a feeling that this is not going to be as easy as I think it's going to be. Someone is going to find out something about us and I have a feeling it's going to get a whole lot worse when this person does. This is what happens when you're Rose Weasley. No matter how many times you get out of a problem there's always a bigger one lurking right around the corner. And to think that I have one more year of these crazy situations to go through.

~::Landon's Point of View::~

Psychotic? I am not.

Crazy? I am not.

Insane? I am not.

Touched in the head, bonkers, mental, deranged, mad, or even demented... I assure you that I am none of those. Yeah, I've been called those names multiple amounts of times. About four hundred and thirty-seven to speak in clearer terms. I don't mind though. After about the hundredth time you sort of tune the words out. They can only hurt me so many times before I just start ignoring it. Nowadays, I'm not really bothered by anyone. Except a few select people who like to come to me for favors. From breaking people up, to watching them, to catching them, to bribing them. I've done it all. I mean it's not exactly a good thing to have done all that but, it's not like anyone cares about whether I'm a good person or not, at least not really.

Now I'm not saying I'm saint and I'm not saying I'm a sinner but I've done my fair share of dirty work. In all honesty, the only reason I do favors for other people is because I know I'll need someone's help some time in the future. Then I'll just casually remind them of all the things I did for them and that they never did anything for me in return. I guess that's kind of where my Slytherin tendencies drop in. Or more like slide in right next to my Ravenclaw instincts.

I seem to come off as someone who's shy most of the time. Other times I come off as someone who's psychotic or someone who's eager to hurt others. I don't know why. I think people just like to make me seem as if I have some type of problem.

Anyway... totally forgot what the fuck I was supposed to be talking about. Oh! Oh, yeah! The Rose and Scorpius situation, which by the way is not as complicated as they make it sound. If they just admitted that they liked each other and made out I'm pretty sure they wouldn't have any problems. And if you want to know how the hell I got involved in their little what-the-fuck, that's what I call it, I'm willing to indulge you with the story. Besides, I think you all should know that I didn't just randomly pick a couple to start watching. In fact, I was basically hired to watch them, that makes me sound like some kind of weird stalker guy. Whatever. Plus, I don't have a job and nor am I getting paid so that's pretty much exaggerating things.

Moving on...If it weren't for Albus, I wouldn't even be in their business. It's not like they're actually that fun to watch or observe. That word better suits what I do. 'Watch' makes me seem like some sort of pedophile or rapist or something. Either way, it's not a good word to use when I'm explaining something like this.

So, like I was saying before, it's really Albus' fault that I'm even involved. He came to me asking if I'd do him a favor. Of course I said yes. I mean, Albus is a good person. Cute, too. I wasn't expecting him to ask me to kill someone or anything so I agreed before I even knew what he was going to ask me to do. To clear all suspicions of Albus' 'special favor'...he just asked me to keep an eye on dear Rose's and Scorpius' cliché relationship. And the day he asked me that was I don't even know how many months ago. I think it was the first day all of us came back to Hogwarts. Nothing special.

We've been meeting up about once a week so I can fill him in on everything I know but that's it. Otherwise, I think he's been sneaking around with some new fling. I believe her name's Jentonna or something along those lines. I haven't really looked into it yet because I have several other things to do. Not only do I have to keep an eye on his cousin and best friend but I have to maintain my sliver of a social life. Yeah, I know I don't have to do any of that stuff. I choose to. But, I have to admit that some of the stuff I see and hear is...interesting and beneficial.

I'm upset that I sound like a psychotic stalker. There is just absolutely no way to explain what I do without sounding crazy. I'm only surprised that no one's really noticed yet. If they did, I'd probably be sitting in an asylum somewhere trying to entertain myself with my imagination.

I seriously hope not. I've already been to therapy a couple times before. A few sessions for when my father suddenly disappeared. That was a complete waste because I didn't even care. At least not after what he did. I don't really talk about it but after I told him I was gay... Let's just say that he was highly disappointed that his only son turned out to be gay. Not long after that was when he disappeared. Whether it was because of me or because he wasn't happy. I don't know. Hadassa said it was me though. How unfortunate for her.

Then, I had a few sessions after that when I went antisocial for a while. As you can see, my mother is an idiot and does unnecessary things like send me to therapy for stupid minuscule things. It didn't surprise me though because she always, always thought that there might be something wrong with me ever since I started having dreams and telling her about them. They were always dreams that made no sense to her but made every bit of sense to me. I think that's the reason I have a certain 'love', if even that, for divination.

When I'm able to get whatever I want because of countless favors I'm sure it'll appear to be more of a normal thing. I think more about myself than anyone else.

The second thing I want to address is the whole thing about my sexuality. I'm gay. I fancy boys. No, I do not fancy girls either. The only reason I told Rose that was because I knew about her and Scorpius' bet. How? Scorpius told Albus, Albus told me. Easy as pie. Oh, and Albus told me to confuse her about that for some reason. I'm not sure if I'm right or not but I think he's trying to throw her off something. What that something is...you probably have a better chance at guessing than likes to keep to himself unless he really knows you.

Also, let me just say... I have no problem with kissing girls. It's just that I'm not attracted to them sexually. Does that make me bisexual? In other terms, I'll look at a girl and go: "Oh, look at that girl." and that's about it. I mean she's a girl and that's it. Now, with a guy it's a totally different story. With a guy, I'll look and I mean really look. I'll try to undress him with my eyes. I'll look at him and the thoughts that will be going through my head are along the lines of: "Oh, fuck! I would love to be under him. I wonder if he's any good. He's kind of cute. Mmmmm. He probably has a nice-"

I'll cut that short.

About Albus: Yeah, I'm doing risky shit for him but that doesn't mean we're exactly close. If anything we're just partners. Barely even that. He's honestly not as great as everyone makes him out to be. Although, I guess that goes with everyone. Some people just can't stop themselves from voicing their biased opinions without adding even the slightest insult. I, however, have no problem with telling the truth.

Personally, I dislike Albus. I'm pretty sure that he shares mutual feelings also. We argue constantly whenever we meet and I seriously wonder why I even bother with him. Not only is he awfully rude but he's a bit more arrogant than James. He likes to criticize me about the things that I do, even though he seeks my obtained knowledge. It's a bit flipped to me. What do you think about it? Eh, overall I think he's somewhat of a prat. Well, at least he acts that way around me.

I hope that cleared up your questions.

Oh, and just in case you're curious: I am currently single. So you know... If you know any sexy guy friends... I'm kidding. You see, I'm a very quiet person around others. Well, some people at least. James has seen the side of me that is very... outgoing. What I'm trying to say is that I act differently around certain people. And if I hear one more fucking time that someone said I have a 'multiple personality disorder', I'm going to take them apart piece by piece. Emotionally, mentally, socially and maybe even physically. I just thought that I should say that because I want you to know that I'm not crazy. Nor do I have any type of disorder. I'm perfectly fine.

Also, just because Noah is bisexual and single doesn't mean we're going to hookup. Although, I can't really say. He's my only friend who plays for the same team, too. I believe he's still stuck on Albus though. Much to James' dismay. Noah Nott is a solid second on his Hit List. Let's congratulate Scorpius Malfoy on claiming first place for about three years straight. I applaud him, too, because he earned that spot righteously.

There's only so many times you can hit on someone's cousins and kiss their brother when you're drunk. I think it's mostly his reputation that boosted him even higher on James' list. For some reason Scorpius just doesn't seem to get that. Everyone's waiting patiently for James to really teach him that lesson. Yes, those people include me. Not because I hate him, though. I don't.

In all honesty, I don't have a problem with anyone in Hogwarts. No, not even the people who start countless rumors about me or call me an infinite amount of names. If they wish to be immature in such ways I will enlighten them and let it 'slide'. After all, it's not like I care. Never did, never will.

"What the fuck took you so long?"

"Gosh, Albus. Such a warming welcome."

"Yeah, whatever. I don't have all day. Let's get this over with."

"And neither do I. Yet, somehow, I am still able to be patient and welcoming to you."

"That's a lie. You have all the time in the world. You don't exactly have anything to do."

"You'd be surprised how in demand I am."

"From a bunch of guys wanting to experiment with their sexuality, no doubt."

"Sometimes. I've been waiting for one of those guys to be the notorious Albus Potter. Your brother didn't take nearly as long as you."

"Don't lie about my brother that way!"

"Hugo, too."

"Shut up!"

"Louis... Fred."

"Shove it! Can we get to the point of why we're even here in the first place?"

"That's what I thought..."

"Hey, Landers!"

Don't even ask me where that name originated from. It's an insult and a warning wrapped into one. An insult because... I mean... Landers is just unacceptable. A warning because there's only one person in the world that calls me 'Landers' and that's Noah Nott. It shouldn't surprise you that he's pursuing me. He chases after everyone who he's never been able to bed before. Which is, mind you, not very much if I exaggerate it enough.

It also shouldn't surprise you that since I was in the library I pretended not to hear anything. Even though he screeched my 'nickname' loud enough to blow my eardrums. At the moment the black text in front of me seemed a bit too entertaining. Noah can do that to you. When he comes around anything that doesn't have anything to do with him seems about ten thousands times more entertaining. For example: If you had to choose between trying to fight off a dragon with a stick and having a conversation with Noah. You would most likely pick the first option. Not because he's insufferable or annoying but because he doesn't ever give up. No matter how many times you deny him.

So, there you go. There's my problem with him. He'll continue trying to 'get into my pants' no matter how many times I hex him. No matter how many times I threaten to rip his fucking balls off. No matter how many books I throw at him, no matter how many times I actually hit him. It's getting quite pathetic, really. I don't see why he can't just go for someone easy. I'm sure Elijah would be willing to enlighten his sexual drive. Or whatever it is he calls it.

Just going to ignore that hand slowly creeping up my thigh.

"Landon... Are you ignoring me?" he asked although he knows the answer to that. I am most definitely ignoring him.

While he continues to try and get my attention I just read the same sentence over and over again. Of course I don't do it on purpose. It's just kind of hard to read when you have some guy constantly tugging at your hair, making obnoxious noises in your ear, and trying to grope you all at the same time. He has no manners. You obviously don't try those things in a library. However, it's kind of smart because he knows that I do not want to risk getting kicked out which means no noise. Which means I'm not going to scream at him or attack him... yet.

"Landon? I might take your silence as you agreeing to me touching you."

Pay close attention to this as I use my shy approach. "W-what do you want?"

"Don't give me your shit."

Never mind. He apparently knows about my facade. Cue 'Persona: By All Means Get Rid of Noah'. In which I slam my book closed, ignore all looks, turn around in my chair, and warn my subject of matter with a wordless glare. My eyes automatically go to take in the scene behind him to make sure I'm not attracting too much attention. There's some blonde girl trying not to seem like she's watching but I know better. Other than that though, everyone's pretty much doing their own thing. Good. I don't think Noah would like anyone to see him get... well... slain.

"Fuck do you want?" His smile brightens as he watches me stand and I want to punch him in the mouth but I'm not much of a fighter. Physically anyway.

Instead, I choose to mentally trash him with words. Mostly about his unchaste, impure appearance. Fucking trashy. Fucking slag. No doubt he's just had a shag. That rhymed. Like I wouldn't notice. It's kind of hard not to when his tie isn't tied. And to top that off. It's not even a Slytherin tie. It's Ravenclaw. I wanna fucking claw his eyes out. Apparently, he couldn't care less that I might find that the least bit offensive or he hasn't even noticed himself. I'm going to half my money and say it's both. I'll tell him. I can't believe he's trying to get into my pants when he's the biggest slut in Hogwarts. There's no doubt that he taught Scorpius everything he knows. Just look at him. His eyes are going a bit too low. He's sick and perverted. Blah, blah, blah.

Sometimes I annoy myself with my own thoughts.

"Oh, you know what I want." he reaches out to try and touch my face but I step away. Ha, like I want his filthy hands touching me. I don't know where his hand has been, who it's been in, or who's pants. It's so disgusting just thinking about it. Ew, all those diseases he must have contracted already from sleeping around with everyone. With both sexes. Then, those people have it and they're probably spreading it around. Fucking hell he should go to see the nurse.

"I'll assume that you've already gotten that from some other Ravenclaw. Am I wrong?"

Before I even have to hear his idiotic response, I grab my book, give him my most politest smile and leave him to talk to himself. But, I hope you weren't thinking that he would give up that easily. The boy is practically insatiable. Me, I'm looking for a relationship. Him, he's looking for an infinite number of 'fuck buddies'. As James, so kindly, explained to me around the second time he tried to get me into his bed. Unfortunately, for Noah, the only time I would ever get into his bed would be to smother him.

I don't see, know, nor understand why he wants me but I'm guessing it's because I'm 'playing hard to get'. When actually I'm not playing anything at all. I'm really just trying to get him off my back because I don't want to be with him intimately. I don't want to be with him at all. His personality freaking turns me off. He's too arrogant and slutty. Does he sound like anyone to you? Does that sound like anyone that is constantly talked about? Like, um, I don't know... Scorpius Malfoy.

When I go to put my book away, there he is again. For some reason he really cannot, cannot, cannot get over the fact that I don't want to fuck! I DON'T WANT TO!

And! AND! He seems to think that he can just treat me like a girl. Just because I'm gay does not mean that I'm in any way feminine. Don't get me wrong, though. I'm a bottom. Hahaha. You know too much about me now. I don't like that... Still, I don't like being treated like a girl. I swear one time he tried to write me a love letter. I've never wanted to end someone's life as much as I did that day. Why would he even do that? The only thing that did was give me something to correct. I'm not into that sappy crap. You want some of this, you gotta work for it and ask. Not send me romantic shit.

That makes me sound like a jerk but I don't care. It's how I feel.

Noah knows I hate loud noises so he slams his hand against the bookcase and, sadly, I flinch. Loud noises and I do not go together. Truthfully, loud noises scare me. Yet another reason he annoys the shit out of me. That fucking loud voice. "Why do you insist on hating me?"

"Because you're annoying. I don't want to fuck with you so go away! Take a hint! I can't stress it enough."

"My mother always told me to reach for the stars."

"Awww. That's so cute!" I really have to hold myself back from hitting him with the heaviest text book in this library, and knowing Hogwarts, it'll definitely do more than enough damage to satisfy me. "That has nothing to do with this conversation. Now. Please. Go. AWAY!"

"Only if you come with." he says and holds his hand out to me.

"Merlin. You're so annoying you're turning me straight."

There's a long silence in which we just stare at each other. He's looking at me like he wants to screw my brains out and it makes me uncomfortable. Yet, I find that I'm unwilling to look away. I don't know what he'll do if I turn away for even a second. Drug me or something no doubt. Do note that I am only exaggerating. Yes, I know I do not like the boy in any way. Nor do I care about his already filthy reputation but he'd never do something like that. He can be overly slutty and persistent but I don't think he'd go that far.

At his point he's only a few seconds away from making me smash his face into one of these shelves. Actually, let's make that nanoseconds since the idea just seems so appealing and tempting to me. Especially since his face is only about seven inches away. It'd only take a second and some good planning to reach out and- he moved.

He's going...

Going...

Going...

Gone!

Is it me or did that seem way too easy?

It was too easy. Well, that's what I perceive when Scorpius Malfoy comes walking around the corner. Some days I can be left alone for hours on end with no one saying a single damn word to me. Sadly, today is not one of those great days. Instead it's one of those days where everyone seems to be attracted to me. All for different reasons, most which include actually having to talk for an agitating amount of time. This is why I do not mind being ignored practically all the time. It's better than having to listen to people go on and on about their stupid minuscule problems that have absolutely nothing to do with yourself.

Of course that's just my opinion...

"What do you want? Sending Noah to annoy me wasn't exactly the greatest way to get me alone."

"I wanna talk about Rose."

Here we fucking go again. I feel like my whole life revolves around that girl. Or it might just be the fact that she has a field full of cousins. A fucking field full of blades of grass that represent every single cousin she has. Either way, it's getting to be quite the nuisance hearing her name all the time. And it's funny how every time someone wants to know something about her they come to me. Do I look like her fucking personal stalker? I mean, just for future reference, if I had to stalk someone of my own will it would be a guy. At least I'd actually get something out of it.

Just the other day her friend came asking me about her. I think her name was Annabeth. The whorish one is Anna, right? If so, that was the one who came to see me. I don't know how she knew who I was or where I would be either. Any other time I'm just invisible to her. Still, she found me and asked "Have you talked to Rose lately? She's starting to become really distant and I really need her right now. It's important. I just need someone who'll be there for me." I told that no, I haven't spoken to her. She left but what I got from that little conversation is that they're not really friends anymore meaning that Stephanie might be next and some other stuff. I don't care though. It has nothing to do with me.

I'll be damned if I spend the rest of my life talking about her. "Five minutes."

The obvious displeasure at being given an amount of time to speak shows in Scorpius' eyes but I pay it no attention. You see, many people fear what Scorpius can do with all his family connections and all that bull shit. I, however, can do so much more because of the amount of people that trust me and the fact that I trust no one. There's hardly anyone out there that knows anything that isn't basic personal information about me. James doesn't even know my favorite color. A few words of advice: Keep your secrets to yourself.

Giving a quick look around the area, Scorpius cleared his throat. "Well... I wanna know what you know and why the hell you know so much and how."

Typical.

"What I know? A bit more than you'd like me to. Why? Because you're not exactly as secretive as you think you are. How? I pay attention and instead of attracting attention I sort of deflect it. Perfect for sneaking around." I explained and gave him my best 'isn't-it-fucking-obvious' look.

"Who are you sneaking around for?"

"Scorpius... You know I never tell secrets that won't benefit myself."

"I have no idea how you have people convinced that you're a shy, innocent teenager that's just a bit psychotic and have no evil intentions toward the world at all." He mumbled.

"It's because it's true. Although, I can't really say for the part about no evil intentions and being psychotic."

Sometimes I wonder why the hell I even bother with people like him. Why do I both with anyone at all is also a good question. To say no one understands a thing I say or do would be an understatement. It makes me wonder who's normal in this situation. Am I or are they? I'd put all my money on saying that I'm the normal because I know how to use my intelligence to my advantage. Also known as manipulating and persuading people to get what I want. Although, that's just my opinion.

"Stay away from her, okay?"

"Sorry, Scor. No can do. Besides, I'm pretty sure you don't own her."

"I was just giving fair warning."

Before I can say anything he's gone and I'm left alone finally. I must say that I sometimes enjoy speaking with him because he sees me as a problem. I've never seen anything wrong with a bit of very friendly competition. Or whatever. I wonder why he wants me to stay from Rose. It's not like I want her. I just want to earn a favor from Albus because, let's admit, the Potter family can do good things for anyone and if I do something for him, he'll owe me. And so will about fifty other people.

There's a lot of things people don't know about me simply because I don't think anyone would understand. Like the fact that I have a muggle friend. His name is Mason and yeah, he thinks I go to some normal boarding school or whatever, and I lie to him a lot but I've been friends with him forever. Frankly, I think he's fucking amazing and interesting. No, we do not date. He's straight.

It's just that I find it intriguing how 'muggles work', in the words of my mother. She thinks I'm only friends with him because he's so different from me and doesn't find me weird like everyone else. And that's only partially true. I mean, it is true that he likes me for me even though I'm weirder than most people but I'm not only friends with him because he's a muggle. There's thousands, millions, billions of muggles out there that I could be friends with. What makes him so different that I pick him out of everyone else?

Another thing about me that no one has noticed yet is that I'm way more sensitive than I make myself out to be. Well, used to be. After the whole incident with my dad leaving me and my family behind and everything, I've forgotten about kiddie feelings. People say that guys don't cry and aren't supposed to and all that but I've cried before. In fact, that last time I cried was when my dad blatantly explained to me and everyone else why it was such a sin that I liked other guys and why I wasn't his child at all. Honestly, I hadn't been expecting such a storybook, television show reaction to my graceful prance out of the damn closet after figuring out the door hadn't been locked.

Of course, if the walk to the door hadn't been so luxuriously far, far away then I wouldn't have had to take about three years looking for something to take the door off the hinges. It's crazy though because I didn't think that as soon as I stepped out the door I would be punched in the face. I have to admit that I didn't really expect a great banner to be hanging up that said, "CONGRATULATIONS LANDON! YOU FINALLY DECIDED TO TELL EVERYONE YOU LIKE THE SAME SEX!" and for people to be waiting with smiles on their faces like a surprise party or something. Either way, it sucks.

One more thing that no one knows about me is that those dreams that I've talked about before are more than just a coincidence. I've had them on more than three occasions and I think I may have a gift, one I don't want, but it seems that my dreams mean more than the average person's. I haven't talked about them since my mother almost sent me to St. Mungos but that's fine. I usually just try to ignore them even if they are oddly frightening sometimes. I'd rather be known as Mr. Double Personality than Mr. Dreamer or some other bullshit. It's bad enough that, not to brag, I'm the best student in Divination at the moment in sixth year. Yeah, all the fucking crystal balls, tea, and shit. I'm good with it. I can see things that most people can't and it sucks like everything in my life.

This brings me to the point of why I'm telling you this... Recently I've had a dream about four crows and another dream about seven, which doesn't seem very notable or significant but crows are said to have the gift of prophecy and can foretell future events blah, blah, blah. They're really creepy birds. Anyway there's a rhyme about the number of crows you see and I don't know if it actually means anything but I wouldn't just throw it aside as nothing.

So, said rhyme goes like this:

One for sorrow, two for mirth,
Three for a wedding, four for a birth,
Five for silver, six for gold,
Seven for a secret never to be told,
Eight for heaven, nine for hell,
And ten for the devil's own self.

Then again... it could just be nothing.

Author's Note: I don't have anything to say except that I've put this story off because I'm writing a story called The Butterfly Project, which isn't fanfiction and I'm seriously, seriously behind in schoolwork. I meant to upload this on my birthday, February 27th, but I got backtracked and stuff. Sorry. I'm getting busy with high school and I really don't want to have to repeat English 1 next year just because I'm being lazy. I miss you guys. :[