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Onwards to the story.
Chapter 7: So Long, Farewell, Good Riddance
When I awoke, I realized that I was no longer locked in the stable, I had been returned to my room. I threw off my covers, and raced out the door, sliding on the wooden floor of the hallway, directly into Forrest.
"Woah! Slow down there, Squirt!" He yelled, grabbing onto my shoulder. "You'll break your neck going down the stairs at that speed!"
"Erm, sorry about that…" I paused, pressing my thumb on my forehead. "I just want to get out of the house."
"In your Rudolph pajamas? I'm not one to judge, but isn't that a little… blond of you?"
I paused, looking down at my pajamas, "Why yes… yes it is. Though I fell asleep in the stable, not in my room so how…?"
"I go to the stable to think, I saw you freezing your sorry butt off in the cold, brought you in, and used a summoning spell to find your pajamas, and got you into your bed. What were you doing out there anyway?"
"Oh, um… nothing…. Nothing at all!" I replied slowly.
"You suck at lying, you know."
"I know."
-Breakfast-
Sitting across the table from Draco, who was staring at me, I glared at him as I ate my pancakes. I have a passion for American Muggle food, and the Malfoys find it rather disturbing that I have so many Muggle objects in my house. But they seriously can't expect me to go into the Muggle world looking like a weirdo! That would be completely uncouth.
"Take a picture. It'll last longer." I state as I swallow the last bite of pancakes, and Forrest sniggered.
"No, I think I'll continue to gaze at you." With that, I promptly stood up, turned on my heel and walked out of the room.
"Stupid git. He's a skinny, slimly little weasel!" I mutter to myself as I stalk out of the room. Locking myself inside my study, I pause to see Goldenwhisper perch herself on the windowsill, with a note grasped within her claws. "Thanks Goldie, let's get you some food and water!" She flew up and landed on my shoulder. "That's a good girl; you're such a good friend Goldenwhisper!" I lightly scratched her neck, and she closed her eyes, letting out a small screech of joy.
Opening the letter, I saw it was from Harry, who had remained at Hogwarts.
Mariah,
Thank you for your concern, it's nice to have a friend like you around to talk to. But still, this diary is harmless, sure it probably has a spell cast on it that makes words appear, but chances are it's just a simple prank. By the way, Hermione, Ron, Fred, and George all say hello, and that they miss you as well. Hermione is having difficulty finding anything at all about "Horcruxes" but maybe we'll find something, we'll keep you updated. And finally, about the "paleface weasel" as you so call him, just kick him out he's just a love struck git who needs to back off.
See you at Hogwarts,
Harry Potter
"Paleface weasel? That's a new one."
I jump about a mile, "MALFOY, YOU SLIMY GIT! YOU GET OUT OF MY STUDY RIGHT THIS INSTANT! I DO NOT APPRECIATE THIS BREECH OF PRIVACY!"
"Calm down, Mariah. I just stopped by to tell you that my family and I have to be on our way."
"Good riddance."
"Now that just hurts." He put on a sarcastic look of pain on his face with his hand over his heart.
"Just go."
"Fine. I'll see you at Hogwarts, Mariah."
"And don't call me Mariah. I'm not your friend, Malfoy."
"Sure. Whatever you say, Mariah."
